"  gwyn ,  i  have  no  interest  in  discussing  this  with  you .  again .  "  dylan's  voice  was  tired ,  worn  out  as  the  topic  had  been  discussed  over  and  over  again .  "  can  we  not  have  one  dinner  where  we  do  not  discuss  some  tragic  shit  like  this ?  tell  me  anything  else .  tell  me  about  your  love  life ,  i  promise  i'll  actually  listen  this  time .  "

            "     i know this can be a little overwhelming, but you'll get used to it.     "

he never thought he would ever see her in a million years and yet here they were, locked in a damn studio because he had decided to stay a little past shooting and now here he was , with someone that had been the first person that knew him, inside and out. ❝ so somehow this is my fault ? ❞ he didn't just leave her , it wasn't his choice, he got scouted and by the time he came back there was no trace of her , he simply couldn't find her. ❝ you believe whatever you want to believe in. if you feel some type of way , that is your fault NOT MINE ! ❞