I'LL COME FOR YOU ▹ dylmas

•chapter seven•

After Dylan left to go back to his own hotel room, the day seemed to go by in a blur. Thomas sat on his bed, thinking about everything that was going on. The list, the celebrities, the guards; everything seemed to swirl in his mind, like a tornado spitting out ideas he couldn't sort.

At around six in the evening, Thomas heard a knock out in the hall. He opened his door to find a grinning Dylan, carrying two McDonald's Happy Meals. Thomas smiled at the sight and ushered him inside.

"Wanted to bring you something to eat, you look like a skeleton," smiled the brunet.

After living on a diet made up of what seemed to be solely protein bars and tea for the last month, the fast food meal that Dylan brought made Thomas's mouth water. 

"Thanks, but how did you manage to get this?"

The two of them sat down at the table, digging into their food.

"Gwen's got me covered," replied Dylan, with a mouthful of fries.

Sensing the confusion on Thomas's face, the brunet quickly swallowed his food and explained. "She's my guard."

"Right," replied Thomas, in a tone that was somewhat deterred, for the reminder that Dylan only had one guard brought shivers up his spine.

Despite Thomas's attempts at belying the fearful look on his face, Dylan noticed the worry in his eyes. His face  softened as he reached across the table and gave the blond a squeeze on the shoulder. "Hey, it's going to be alright."

Thomas smiled at his friend's kind words. "I hope so."

Dylan's lingering touch spread warmth throughout Thomas's entire body. It sent sparks down his spine, and inflicted an erubescent glow upon his face.

Suddenly realising that he was touching Thomas for much longer than what he deemed an appropriate amount of time for a consolatory caress, Dylan quickly removed his hand and awkwardly placed it back on his side of the table.

Neither men said anything, both lost in their own thoughts. After sitting in the discomfiting silence for a bit, Thomas finally spoke up.

"Do you know who it was today?"

"What?" Muttered Dylan, still deep in thought. Suddenly realising what Thomas meant, he let out at small, "Oh."

Thomas glanced up, bracing himself to hear some more awful news.

"I didn't recognise the name- some Australian actress I think."

Thomas frowned a bit. A small and unrealistically roseate part of his mind had hoped that Dylan would tell him that no one had disappeared today; that this awful, cruel, episode was finally over.

He glanced at the brunet, scared to ask the question that he so badly wanted to. "And she was on the-," he took in a deep breath of air, "-the list?"

Dylan sighed, looking down at the ground. "Yeah, that's what they're saying."

The elder looked up, "Who's saying it? How do you know?"

Dylan let out a small chuckle, "Twitter."

Thomas groaned internally, he'd never liked Twitter.  He sighed and started to stand up, "I've been thinking a lot today."

"Yeah, me too," agreed Dylan, "If we're going to do this- this plan, we're going to have a lot of preparing to do.

Thomas smiled at the thought of getting to work on something with Dylan again. "Want to stay over again tonight?"

Dylan grinned. "I'd love to."

A/N: "maybe expect another chapter this week?" she said fifty-one days ago. my apologies.