Re: log: dylan & max
She watched his fingers slow and stop, and she considered asking if words had accompanied the tapping. But it was comfortable in the sticky-red booth, and she just tipped her head back and closed her eyes. The room spun behind her closed eyelids, and she could hear him nodding beside her. No- she could feel him nodding beside her, the movement carrying through to where shoulder pressed against shoulder.
Tangible was her daily bread and butter. If she could feel it between her fingers, maybe it was real. Emotions, hope, she associated those things with hurt, and she wasn't in the market for any of that. She was pieces glued back together, and the glue hadn't dried.
She opened her eyes when he asked his questions, half-mast, and she looked over at him. "I got kicked to the real world. New York. I didn't talk to anyone for a half year, thinking it wasn't real. I got another half year there before ending up here again." She motioned to herself. "Hence, lines and now I'm way too old for you." She smiled, and she closed her eyes again. Strawberry was fine; she couldn't remember when she'd last had a milkshake. "Not you, huh? Straight here?"