it’s funny, he finds, how well hidden he needs to keep the side of his life that’s safer in the daily life: the part that’s just pushing around papers, reading up on court cases, and calling people to make paperwork appear and disappear when convenient. the other sees the horseman: the daredevil, the vigilante, the guy who’s always one miscalculation away from being slammed against a wall in handcuffs or falling to his death from the edge of a rooftop — for as long as the eye is kept a secret, dylan can’t blame him for worrying.
“ yeah, i will. —thanks. ” it’s only second in his nature to understand it as a sentiment: the first, unspoken instinct is to brush it off with a claim of ‘always am’ — a lie he’ll save for a day more dangerous. “ see you soon, alright? ”