Re: log: dylan & max
"Bullshit," he said, and the word was a breath. Freshly purchased after a drink of water like he was coming up for air just to call her on some bullshit that she might not have known was bullshit yet, or maybe she was reciting off of an automated script, something learned from too many nights spent trying to explain away the reasons that bad things happened to good people. "Happy counts because its happy. Whats all the hype about paradise, utopia, heaven, if good is only good because its experienced alongside the shittiness?" Dylan shook his head, and some more whiskey went down with less of a wince. "Nah, Max. I think its there... the possibility is there, just maybe we let other things get in the way."
He listened about the new gig, and he thought the few details that she gave sounded very reminescent of government, even if this was a private operation. "You're better with people than you think," he told her. She was good at what she was good at, very good. He remembered her as being occassionally brutal in conversation, and even if some of that had been a defense mechanism, it was still inherently her. People admired honesty, he couldn't have been the only one.