Darrius Eastwood: Dally frowned then, shaking his head. "Yeah...I guess I really did come back to a fubar situation, huh?" He sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck, Taj. I just want things to fucking fit for once in my god damned life! I guess I'm asking too much." The dragon rumbled then and sat up, hands raking over his short cropped hair. "I just...I wanted to come home and feel like I belong somewhere, you know? But I feel like more of a fucking outcast than when I left." He grabbed a new can of beer and popped top, sipping it down with the foam. "I thought maybe I'd work it out while I was gone and then when I came home, everyone could be happy again."
tajmuhull: "Hey?" Taj started frowning too. He was so afraid something like this might happen. And here it was, but what came out of Dally's mouth by the end got him the most. "We were happy with you with us." He crawled back over his brother and touched his arm. "I was. I'm happy you're here now. Every one of us went bizerk knowing you showed back up. You think that's because you had nowhere to belong? Dally? You've always belonged right here with us. With your band of misfit brothers that we all call family. You've never been outcasted from us."