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We don't 'bang' that much. [It was the truth for many different reasons. Flying bullets and switching realities and just life kept Max and him from a rabbit-style fucking kind of lifestyle. As pathetic as it was to admit, maybe if they were younger, they'd get more time in between the sheets. Bullets and realities be damned, they'd surely fuck through every firefight and every change of scenery. Dylan didn't think that age changed him, but there were things to talk about between Max and himself. Sometimes it led to fucking, and sometimes it led to arguing, but they liked their words, they liked their dinner dates, and in between... there were crashed cars and exploding apartments.]
When the mood strikes, I guess... [Dylan offered that belatedly and with a sense of awkwardness because he didn't want this younger version of his woman to think them prudes or perverts. It was a strange tightrope to balance.] We talk, and your mother doesn't hate you. [He didn't tell her about what he knew of her father. This youth of hers would not last, nothing here did, and there was no point in destroying the girl's idol on this night.
When she asked if he loved her, Dylan was visibly taken aback. He blinked, paused in his steps, and drew a breath. Eyebrows knit, an inquiry to why the fuck she would ask that.] What do you think love is? [When she mentioned Jack, Dylan nodded and there was a littl shrug. He knew how Jack felt about Max. He also knew who they would never work, but he knew very reason that Max and him wouldn't work either so... who was he to judge? He certainly didn't seem jealous.] Jack is a good man. He saved my life once, and yours more than once.
[Dylan shook his head, wordlessly grinning when she said that she would bowl him over if she ran at him.] You underestimate my grandparents and their determination for me to take societal lessons. I can lift, darling.