continued from @lookstowindward here !
dylan wasn't born yesterday. and while she certainly understands not wanting to talk about it, emry looks like he's fucking drowning, and the undercurrent keeps getting stronger. the thing with a riptide is the harder you fight it, the worse off you are. in a battle between a person and the ocean, the ocean always wins. so you can't swim up the current, you have to move laterally. people were a lot like that too, everything became too much, especially when you fight so hard against the things you're afraid of. and dylan's always been a bit more observant than she likes to let on. so she's not going to make emry do anything. instead, she pulls her stool from her station, and rolls it next to his. "i'm done for the night." she responds, "gimme all your boring admin tasks. two heads are better than one after a day as long as yours has been." she's not asking, these are demands. because dylan isn't going to let the only person who's kept her together sit here and suffer for the sake of fighting whatever is plaguing him. "we can worry about how you're feeling when the work's done. okay ??" she plops her ipad down on the desk. "i can go through your emails, email everyone who's setting a consult back. text clients back, all that shit." a brief pause, "when was the last time you ate or drank water ??"