Just wait till she finds out his friend died in front of him like 15 minutes before he got here or something. Not that Dylan has any plans of bringing that up. He'd prefer not to think about it at all. Which is why he's clinging to distractions and company right now.
He also specifically meant physically okay. He's well aware he's not emotionally or mentally okay. It's daytime now, but he guesses the werewolf infection has been healing him even if he never had a chance to turn... Another frightening thought he doesn't want to grapple with right now.
He stays seated, but he does poke a little at his wrist where the wound should be. It still hurts, and it looks weird and gross, but it definitely doesn't look like it was just chopped off earlier that day.
"Wait, I don't have any money," he says, looking over at her. "...For the clothes," he adds after a second.
(ooc: yes!! do each other's nails. combine their powers of explosives and science nerdery. gay guy friend stuff.)
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He also specifically meant physically okay. He's well aware he's not emotionally or mentally okay. It's daytime now, but he guesses the werewolf infection has been healing him even if he never had a chance to turn... Another frightening thought he doesn't want to grapple with right now.
He stays seated, but he does poke a little at his wrist where the wound should be. It still hurts, and it looks weird and gross, but it definitely doesn't look like it was just chopped off earlier that day.
"Wait, I don't have any money," he says, looking over at her. "...For the clothes," he adds after a second.
(ooc: yes!! do each other's nails. combine their powers of explosives and science nerdery. gay guy friend stuff.)