Re: log: dylan & max
"Yes," he said. The words were truth, and his whole face made the expression like only after saying it did Dylan realize how true it was. With all of the years that spanned between then and now and then, Dylan was able to reflect on himself with a bit of humor at his dickishness, and a large bit of wincing as well. He wasn't the type of person to miss people, and maybe he could blame genetics for that, but that wasn't what he meant by what he said. Dylan left girlfriends and family and coastlines just because, and that wasn't the kind of attitude that lent well to pining. But he'd thought about her, in the beginning. It would have been a lie to say otherwise, although Dylan wasn't sure why he brought it up at all until the words were out.
"In the beginning..." Dylan didn't know if he was supposed to clarify or not, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He focused on the printed menu before him, rubbing his thumg over a smear on the plastic laminate like movement of the hand helped him to think. His fingertips tapped morse code, and he scanned the milkshake flavors.
"I thought about what was left here, who was left here. But after awhile, I just.. stopped thinking of this place, stopped trying to remember. It sucked to remember."