Dyson honestly didn't know where he was going to start or what he was going to say. He owed her an explanation, but it wasn't like he could tell her everything. But he'd lied to her all those years ago and then he'd vanished without saying goodbye. Whatever he was going to tell her, her owed her something. Maybe it wouldn't change anything. Maybe she would still hate him when all was said and done. Either way, he owed her some version of the truth.
Dyson lived right next to the Bluewater Grill, a part of why he'd suggested it. He stopped in often and it didn't take him long to walk over there. He had, however, taken the time to take a quick shower and out on some clean clothing. By the time he walked into the place, Bo was already seated at the bar and he slid into the seat next to her.
"You hungry? Thirsty?" he asked her. "Order anything. It's on me."