Re: quicklog: dylan & jack & max
[She looked down at the hand on her wrist. It was a slow glance, no fear or concern in her hazel eyes, and then she looked back up at him.] Of course I'm coming. [There was nothing to doubt in her tone. She'd go. They'd stay until whatever this was wore off. She'd get Elena to come if she needed to, but she had hope that time away from that door would make this fade. After all, Corvus had done crazy before and walked back from it, and Max was feeling surprisingly optimistic now that she had his firearm bundled up beneath the jeans in her arms.] But we're not going anywhere until you wash off. [She motioned to him with a familiar flick of wrist and an old grin.]
You look like shit Corvus. Get in the shower, and I'll be right back. I might like ribs and beer and wings, but even I like to wash off the grime after a long day. [She tugged at the hand that held her wrist.]