“ that’s … violent. ” it makes sense, in a way, but it’s probably the most descriptive way he’s ever heard someone talk about ‘natural’ death. it also feels a little like tempting fate to be talking so openly about death. he might be able to survive going a few rounds with death but he’s not certain the same could be said for dylan. he’s pretty sure she’s human, though he could be wrong. she had, after all, known about the supernatural so she can’t be entirely human. maybe he could ask — they are on the verge of freezing to death — but it feels a little rude to come right out and ask someone what species they are. “ yeah, i know. ” the school’s a designated safe spot, sure, but it’s a school now overflowing with panicked people. first they’ll fight over resources and then without supervision things will get ugly. he’s not looking forward to that. “ hopefully the snow lets up before it gets too bad. ” he shrugs, unable to help the chuckle that slips out when she nails him right on the nose. he is awkward and does put his foot in his mouth — probably more often than you’d think possible. he can’t argue with that. he simply shrugs, replies with a ‘ you got me ’ and flashes a hesitant smile. “ it’s the anxiety. i constantly prepare for the worst so when the worst actually happens i’m ready for it. ” it’s … not entirely true, but for the most part it does ring accurate. you can imagine all the worst case scenarios, figure out what’s most likely to happen, and try to figure out how to make the best of it. that’s not to say that he’s completely levelheaded — because he isn’t — but when others start to panic, he does his best to try and be logical instead of emotional. if they both start panicking, there’ll be no one to steer them away from the proverbial ledge. no, he’ll keep his generalized anxiety quiet and project the way he wishes he really felt. it works. sort of. “ at least if it stops snowing they can start trying to clean it up and get us out. none of that can start while it’s still coming down out there. ” a craning of his neck proves that, yes, it’s still snowing, and he sighs as he rubs his hands against his arms in hopes of generating some friction to warm them. “ yeah, me neither. ” when he does start trying to think ahead, plan for a future, life inevitably flips the script and changes the game so he’s given up trying to plan. her cursing draws his gaze over to her, frown deepening as he considers. “ we should probably move away from the door. in case there’s a draft. ” he moves to stand, extending a hand to help her up. “ maybe we could turn the oven on in the kitchen and sit in front of it. ” it’s not a long term solution, but it’ll work in the short term. for now, it feels like as good a plan as any.
“maybe.” it was the age question of a slow painful death vs a quick and easy one. dylan herself wasn’t too sure of the answer she’d give if asked such a question. “what the hell made you such an optimist?” she asked, a frown burrowing on her lips. she didn’t intend to snap at him, but there it was. and no, she wasn’t taking it back. “what we need is to be realistic. and what’s realistic is if it could go wrong... it will.” maybe it was unfair to hold OPTIMISM against the other, but... in the end, all optimism pertained to telling lies to yourself of a better future, a brighter day and there was no truth in it. no certainty. prepare for the worst, because the worst is what you’re facing. that was the simple truth of it. he didn’t argue against how she pegged him, probably because she was right and he knew it too. confusion lit her features, nothing too deep but curious all the same. “you’re preparing for the worst and still being hopeful.” it felt like an oxymoron, yet here he was doing that exact thing. “god, has anyone told you you’re weird?” it wasn’t placated with kindness, but neither with scorn. something in between. “you say THEY as if everyone isn’t trapped inside.” she mused quite somberly. “whoever is actually out there is dead. so-” so they were fucked. it felt like they were fucked, in her eyes. no use in hoping, no use in praying, just accepting their fate as it was. aimless and into the abyss. “sure.” not that it mattered in the end, if the cold was coming from them there was no running away. but delaying it was a different matter entirely. and yeah, dylan would like to delay her impending doom as much as she could if possible. he extends his hand toward her and it was so STUPID but dylan’s heart leapt in her chest at the notion, and instead, she pushed herself up from the ground notably not taking his hand. “well i don’t even know where the kitchen is you’ll have to lead the way.”
