Date: 2016-06-16 09:47 pm (UTC)
onebehind: (had a clue now it's gone forever)
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"Yeah," Dylan breathes. On a whim, and as he pulls away, he brushes a brief kiss over Merritt's forehead, platonic and oddly soothing. "Give us a couple minutes."

That said, he rounds the chair again, lock picks reappearing from where ever they disappeared to when he came to stand in front of Merritt. There's another flicker of movement off to his side, where his shadow falls, the dark shifting once again and settling into Jack's as he goes to work. The locks proceed to come off, not one at a time, but in pairs, another popping free on its own when he finishes with the one on the other side, and sooner rather than later, the chains go lax in entirety, dead, empty. They don't reach for him again.

Dylan, on the other hand, does, darting around the edge of the chair as soon as the last lock comes off. He puts a hand immediately to Merritt's shoulder, to catch him if he should pitch forward and as a presence beyond the fact that the room practically buzzes with a sense of him and the kids, the lock picks disappeared again. "We've got you."
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