Dylan hums, his own expression hardening, too, though at this point, it has less to do with the idea that the kids might still be in danger and more to do with the fact that he's very obviously reading him. When he seems to find what he's looking for, he shakes his head again and reaches up to scrub a hand over the lower part of his face. When he drops his hand away again -- well, he doesn't exactly drop it. No, instead, he reaches out in Merritt's direction, and suddenly and all at once, chains spring from the upholstery of Merritt's seat, shredding it in the process, trying to wrap around him.

"You just don't get it, do you?" he asks, fingers twitching as he punctuates his question with a mental slam, trying to keep Merritt from trying to get up before the chains stop him entirely. "Hell, Bradley got it and I barely had to push him in that direction."