Re: log: dylan & max
The laugh, the tight smile, it was all new. Max watched him go through the process. She watched as his face changed, and she couldn't read whatever was there. She wasn't sure what the point of anything was, so it was probably a good thing he didn't voice his thoughts. Once, she'd thought the point was to live, to experience shit. But she wasn't sure she was actually experiencing anything anymore, and then what was left? She had no clue. But that was for her, not for him. He'd never been that guy, and she was starting to wonder what was real about him and what wasn't. She knew he'd always been hiding shit with his family, but she'd always assumed it was just poor rich kid problems.
She was wondering, and then he shifted in his seat to look at her, and she pulled her hand back without any of the kicked puppy that would've been all over her face had he said the same thing, done the same thing years earlier. She just inclined her head, nodded, message received, and she turned toward the bar again and ordered a beer, domestic, blond and nearly water in comparison to what she'd been having. This was going to be a random stranger in the bathroom night; she could already feel it coming on.
She shrugged about Ella being gone before she returned. "I messaged, and she didn't answer. Lin says she hasn't been around. No point in asking anything more than that." Not her friends, that was for sure. Max couldn't stand Ella's friends.