Re: log: dylan & max
The assessment made him wilt. Shoulders dropped like at ease, soldier a moment after realizing how damn staunch he was. Dylan slouched forward, the angle of comfort, and he pitched an elbow onto the chin of the bar while tilting his head to look at her. She wasn't different, but there were changes. Somehow, immediately, he likened the fine lines around her eyes and the rigid tone in her body to Max. It felt like the only way he'd thought of her, the only way he ever would. Anything that had happened before was youth and wistful softness, even if their experiences had been anything but. She looked like she'd survived the Depression in the dust bowl, but of course he suspected that her trial had been worse than all that.
"Same me," he said, negating a difference between old and new him. with two words. "What are you drinking?"