Re: quicklog: dylan & jack & max
And what if his wife tells him to kill himself, to be with her? [Dylan wasn't entirely sure how Silent Hill worked outside of Silent Hill, but the dead things there were fucked up and generally had a negative opinion of the living. Dylan followed Max to the coffee carafe, and he considered the civilians.] We close the shop. [It was the only option at this point.] Today, it has to be closed, and maybe we can contain him upstairs, but Max...
[And he gave her a hard look, all honesty in the dirty, dull ocean of his eyes.] This might stay with him, he might have to be... [Dylan tongued his lip and shrugged the rest of his statement away because it wasn't a good one, and he knew that Max would read into his silence. He knew Max had affection for Jack, and nobody wanted to see somebody that they'd spent so much time with, so many missions with, had some kind of relationship(?) with hospitalized. The general psych ward wasn't equipped for somebody like Jack anyway, that might only end in more casualties.]
Talking him out of the gun isn't going to do anything unless we can find a place to contain him. [A man could go on a massacre with a damn screwdriver if he was feeling ambitious and bloody enough.
I know places, there is an empty brewery next to my loft, but we'd have to secure it first, and there's windows, Max. [He considered for a moment longer, and Dylan ran a palm over his face, remembering something from the journals.] They're containing that rich kid at Stark Tower, remember? [Harry Osborn had made a public post about being kept prisoner, and although Dylan didn't know the whole story, it sure as hell wasn't something he was getting involved with. He knew enough about comics to know that family bloodline was fucked.] Maybe they'd be willing to take him there.... getting him there willingly might be a problem. I didn't bring my trazadone. [Playful smile that fell just short of convincing humor.]