[ Dylan tenses up when Hunter starts crying, glancing over to where Flapjack is perched with panicked eyes as if to apologize — I don't know what I did! I swear it wasn't on purpose!
When Hunter speaks, Dylan's gaze is back on him. He listens quietly, then ponders the words for a moment.
Of course there's stuff he doesn't know. It's only been a few months. But... he gets the feeling that's not what Hunter is talking about. ]
...Maybe. But there's some stuff I do know about you, too. I know you almost died trying to protect a stranger. I know how much you care about the people around you.
[ He leans in the closest he has so far, resting crossed arms on the mattress and resting his head on them.
Once settled, he gives a little smile. ]
And... I know every time you smile at me, I can feel fluttering in my stomach. It's feels... good. Exciting. And a little terrifying. But mostly good.
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When Hunter speaks, Dylan's gaze is back on him. He listens quietly, then ponders the words for a moment.
Of course there's stuff he doesn't know. It's only been a few months. But... he gets the feeling that's not what Hunter is talking about. ]
...Maybe. But there's some stuff I do know about you, too. I know you almost died trying to protect a stranger. I know how much you care about the people around you.
[ He leans in the closest he has so far, resting crossed arms on the mattress and resting his head on them.
Once settled, he gives a little smile. ]
And... I know every time you smile at me, I can feel fluttering in my stomach. It's feels... good. Exciting. And a little terrifying. But mostly good.