dylan was tempted to look taken aback for a second , even offended , an expression so genuine they could barely contain it in time at lila’s admission about her lack of belief in them . still , dylan did , because deep down , she understood where lila’s apprehension came from — they simply weren’t this . they were not emergency contacts , acquaintances , someone outside the dim lights of a crowded nightclub . they were naught but each other’s respite for a few hours one night a week , a cornered kiss , bold hands grasping at overexplored curves . until they were not . until tonight . and dylan couldn’t say where it happened , but here she was , worried sick and planning to stay to make sure lila was okay , any ideas to do otherwise feeling so inherently wrong it soured her tongue . " look , i know this is probably really hard to grasp inside your tiny , tiny , thick brain , " they started , a smirk denoting the mocking nature of her words . " but one , you need to stop thanking me , it’s been enough , i’ve had enough thanks for a lifetime , " although they could surely think of a thing o two lila could do to show her gratefulness . " two , i wanna be here , if i didn’t , i simply wouldn’t be , pretty thing . " they used the endearment term cheekily , giving lila a playful smile . " and third , yes , i can think of a plethora of other things i could be doing , but honestly ? half of those involve someone who’s currently tied to a bed because she decided to poison herself with seashells or whatever , so … what are we doing to not die of boredom here ? "
