Daniel didn't want to think about the gun. He didn't want to think about where Dylan got it, or why he'd been carrying it with him. Had he sought Daniel out to do all he had that afternoon? Had it been planned rather than something accidental?
Trying not to think about it, he did follow, trailing in Dylan's wake. He stopped just at the top of the stairs, gaze darting to the room, thinking about so much before he could stop himself. Shifting his gaze to Dylan, he nodded. "Sure, that works. Thanks for the clothes," he said. Yep, entirely normal and nothing was going on.
Even if the bile was rising in the back of his throat, and he wanted to scream, or run. Something. Everything. Anything. Instead he just kind of headed for the door. "Sure. Yeah, that works. I can see myself out to normal spaces," he said, glancing at Dylan. He stared at him for a long moment before stepping inside.
Yet once inside he didn't move, fingers tightening around the bullet.
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Trying not to think about it, he did follow, trailing in Dylan's wake. He stopped just at the top of the stairs, gaze darting to the room, thinking about so much before he could stop himself. Shifting his gaze to Dylan, he nodded. "Sure, that works. Thanks for the clothes," he said. Yep, entirely normal and nothing was going on.
Even if the bile was rising in the back of his throat, and he wanted to scream, or run. Something. Everything. Anything. Instead he just kind of headed for the door. "Sure. Yeah, that works. I can see myself out to normal spaces," he said, glancing at Dylan. He stared at him for a long moment before stepping inside.
Yet once inside he didn't move, fingers tightening around the bullet.