The silhouette is distinct enough that there's a ping of familiarity in the back of Dylan's mind even before he recognizes the man. The glow is certainly unsettling, but not a dealbreaker — not with the kind of company he keeps.

When Dylan finally sees him in the light, his eyes go wide, and he smiles. "You! Arson guy!"

He steps closer. Someday, he'll look back on this and consider the possibility that someone you've labeled arson guy likely isn't someone you should approach. Tonight, however, Dylan's more focused on finding someone who maybe sort-of gets what he's going through.

"I'm Dylan, by the way. I'm not sure if I ever introduced myself."