Date: 2016-06-16 07:29 pm (UTC)
onebehind: (dreaming about the things we could be)
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Dylan doesn't, can't answer immediately, frost starting to form on the edges of the glass coffee table behind him as his anger grows. The room grows colder still along with it, and -- and then all at once, the temperature snaps back to rights, the frost receding as quick as it came and as Dylan jerks his head to one side. The sick, stale smell to the air fades but doesn't quite disappear, even as Dylan tilts his head forward, as if listening to something, his horror a little harder to manage than his temper.

Raking his tongue over his teeth, he blows out another breath through his nose, and holds up his hands, plainly in view of where Merritt's not looking at him. Nothing up his sleeve. When he lowers them again, he takes another step forward, his legs filling the space between Merritt's, and reaches for him slowly, leaning in as he does so. He hooks one hand around the back of Merrit's neck, gently, so gently, and guides his face up to his, forcing him to look at him as he presses his forehead to Merritt's. The only way he's going to get out of this, now, is if he closes his eyes.

"Merritt, listen to me," he starts, voice back to soothing, shaking. "The guy that trapped you here? That wasn't me. Me and the kids just got here."
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