lance: but why did you clean my shirt?
dylus: i'm trying to be nice okay? and i had to clean it...
lance: do i smell that bad?
dylus: goddamnit lance, i...um... spilled something on it...
lance: what? what was it?
dylus:...erm...
it was nothing, okay? i freaking drycleaned it so do you want it back or not?
lance:...um...okay
dylus: oh yeah, i got something else for you...
lance: oh! those aren't the---the--
dylus: of course they are the freaking adoption papers!
lance: but
the waiting period is---
dylus: screw waiting. i'm dylus, remember? and plus, it was for you...
lance felt graditude pour from his heart. dylus was not the evil ignoramous many make out to believe...lance knew
these kind of deeds showed who dylus truly was... lance tried to contain his joy as he thought the only way he could ever
thank dylus...
dylus: ah!
lance: thank you sir! thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hugging was an alien comcept to him...lance loved to hug but to dylus it showed vulnerablity and he didn't like that...but
something felt almost...nice with lance's arms wrapped around him...
dylus:...you're...welcome...
dylus: okay that's enough!
lance: but--
dylus: i think you should leave now...
lance: but sir--
dylus: go....
lance: but--
dylus: DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? GET OUT!
lance: yes sir...
lance looked at dylus and wondered...thought what if...but he shoved that thought back down, his concern for dylus
growing...if only he could comfort that tortured soul...
what did dylus feel? he wouldn't---no, couldn't think like that... so many emotions overwhelmed it...
