Re: log: dylan & max
He wasn't wrong about the need to hide family. There was a reason Brandon had Amanda and not her, and it wasn't just because she had no clue how to parent. Brandon was safer, and Max's association with Amanda had always been limited as a result. But she didn't think whatever he hid had anything to do with safety for his parents. But then she remembered the teenager he was during one of the hotel's headgames, and that wasn't a happy kid. The memory actually made her grin, because he'd been an asshole in his own way, and for some reason that was human and reassuring. There wasn't that much humanity in the careers they'd moved in for years, and that was just plain fact. Even him, behind his desk and hacking into things, he was still government, no matter how he hated it. They would've never hooked up if he wasn't government, and way too curious about files he wasn't allowed access to easily. For a mystery, she'd turned out to be the very opposite of mysterious, which she knew only too well.
Spies anticipated things.
No, better to call shit by its real name. Assassins anticipated things. But she still didn't see that reach of his hand before it happened; she blamed the booze, and her fingers stilled in their retreat.
Hey, he said, and she looked. Habit, maybe, but she did. She'd been avoiding that thus far, really looking. But she looked, and wheels turned behind her brown eyes. "Alright," she finally said. "Not today. Something good today. I have no idea what good is right now," she admitted, a grin accompanying the slur, "but alright."