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this isn’t happening. no, after months and months of trusting danny ( reluctantly, but trusting all the same ), this isn’t happening. something threatens to crush dylan from the inside, he can hear fuller’s voice in his mind clearer than he should and he’s not sure if he wants to kick danny’s or his own ass for ever making him trust a convicted criminal so much that the betrayal he had once known to be inevitable can hurt like this. there’s a shake of head, one dylan doesn’t intend to do as he’s hearing less and less of the sounds around them and more his own blood rushing through his veins, telling him to throw something, kick something, yell, act out even half of the anger he feels, screw atlas’s feelings… instead, he’s frozen to place, teeth grinding together. even now, he can’t bring himself to do anything to trigger atlas’s traumas. i hate you for doing this, he wants to think, but it translates differently: i hate myself for letting you. “ danny, don’t…”
commanding tone is lost as his voice threatens to break ( he wants to believe it’s of anger, even when he full well knows it isn’t ). fists unclench, eyes drop to the floor before being shut altogether: dylan knows what he has to say — final attempt to plead, final wish to hope danny could find it within his manipulative ass to care — but he can’t say it with danny staring back at him, not even in these circumstances. “ if you DO this… you’re dead to me. ”
dylan almost wishes that was true.