New job, new Dylan?

[ninetyoneone]

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[surroundedbyfreaks]

Of course I did. Who do you think I am? [She chuckles a little as she sets the bag aside on a table. She lets the divided food on the bed wait, though, when Dylan slumps against her.]

Hey, freak. [Her voice is only full of fondness as wraps her arms around him and gives him a little squeeze again before she starts playing with his hair.] Thought we were gonna eat.

[She doesn't care what they do. She just wants her bestie to be okay, honestly.]

[ninetyoneone]

Going to. In a second.

[ He picks up one of the wrapped foods - definitely the wrong kind, and that's weird because his sense of smell is so keen. He looks at it and sighs. He hasn't realized but he's not opening it, either. ]

She's gone, you know. But if Ryan doesn't even remember, do I have to carry it alone?

[surroundedbyfreaks]

'Kay. [She leaves it at that, but doesn't stop carding her fingers through his hair, though. Watches the barely-there attempt at eating- abandoned almost immediately. She can think of more than one thing that might be screwing with his appetite, so it isn't TOO concerning. Y E T.]

Yeah, I know... He called me. He was...so lost and sounded so scared... [Which had been so... different than her other, recent interactions with him; it was jarring, and it had immediately spurred her into action to go find him, too.]

No, of course not. [She kisses the top of his head and rests her cheek there after a moment.] I know I wasn't there, but...I'll help you carry it, Dilly Bar. S'what I'm here for, you know?