#to dylan

“you know, if all you wanted was to get your hands on me, you could have just said so,” ettie purred, eyes dark. “if you really wanted to work on hand-to-hand, you wouldn’t be performing so poorly.”

“you know, you could try to be social every once in a while. it wouldn’t hurt you,” comet snorted. “you’ve been on the crew for, what? like a decade? and you never leave your room. how sad.”

I had realized that right now he is suffering--much more than I am--so I've been wishing him the best recovery possible and I just want him to relax and not be in any pain or discomfort, which is hard considering he's in a hospital and has to deal with his injuries--but even if I can't be there for him physically, I know he has caring people near him and people taking care of him which will give him all the comfort he needs. As much as I want him to recover fast and get on the big screen already, I'm not going to wish that just yet because it is not my time to be selfish. The greatest man, someone who inspires me, someone who I actually really care for, has been hurt, and I would rather him take his time to not worry about the production of the third Maze Runner movie or the next Teen Wolf episode. I want him to walk outta that hospital with a smile and a Gatorade in hand. I want him to receive hugs from the people he loves and a large virtual one from me and his many other beloved fans. I want him to sit or lay down and either watch a good movie or episode or his favorite rerun of a baseball game, or just close and rest his eyes and think about happy things. I don't want him going, "Oh shit, the movie," or, "Dammit, some people are gonna be pissed," there is no reason for any of these thoughts to run through that beautiful head of his. I don't know if it's just the anxiety that's normally planted into a high school student's brain, but no one should have to worry about anything else except for their own health which is way more important. Dylan, if you ever read this, I send you my love. If I had the dinero to book a flight and see you, I freaking would in a heartbeat. But I don't and I don't think I'd be allowed to even enter the building. I'm not sure how those things work. So until I see your face in a video, I will always keep myself up to date with your recovery because to be honest, you seem to be the one person I can depend on right now and just knowing how you're doing brings me comfort. Strange but ironic because I, and many others may just give you that same tranquility that you give me. Rest on and dream of home runs and cotton candy. I love you, Dylan. You are the strongest and the awesomest. You are the funniest and the most badass and sarcastic. You are the handsomest, cutest, damn near wildest person ever. I'm afraid if I keep going, you'll start wondering, "What the hell?--This kid--". But you get where I'm going. I have such feelings that I'm putting out there, out here, not just cause, but because these are true feelings of admiration and love and whatever else that can describe how much I care about you. Ookay. I'm done talking. Finally. Love, Tucker.

For him because he’s the best friend I have ever had. ( inkandsmallerthings )