Re: quicklog: dylan & jack & max
[Dylan kept his hands out of his pockets and a crooked smile on his face because somebody in the immediate vicinity was clearly unhinged, and while Dylan had no psych degree(he'd taken like a semester of psychology in high school forever ago and basic textbooks didn't cover shit when it came to saying hello to the armed and delusional) he figured that a warm expression was better than judgement. Judgement could be bad, especially considering the way that Jack kept seeming to glance off in another direction like he could see somebody else who clearly wasn't there, a ghost or a memory. Dylan had enough familiarity with Silent Hill that he whatever Jack was thinking/experiencing/seeing, it was probably going to be bad. But Jack didn't seem agitated, not to the point of violence, even if he seemed on edge for reasons unknown.
Dylan didn't care about the torn bottom of his shirt, despite its awesome vintage. His own handgun was tucked behind him, so the torn cotton only exposed the yellow line of of his boxers that peeked above his blue jeans, a panel of skin above that, isible only when he shifted at the sound of Max's entrance.
Dylan shook his head, real subtle, maybe an inch in each direction, when he noticed Max reaching behind her back. No. That smile of his was still in place, like See? We're fine.. However, when Jack suggested locking the door, Dylan nodded.] Yeah, that is a good idea. [Dylan wasnt going anywhere.]
[As Jack started toward the bathroom, vanishing down the hall, Dylan took a step closer to Max until they were shoulder to shoulder.] I'm not sure he should be alone in there. [This entire situation was twisted, Jack was twisted, Dylan didn't know what could happen if the man was left alone, armed or not.]