Keep an eye on them

Alec's eyes crack open at the sound of a familiar voice. Turning his head on the pillow, his gaze falls on Dalton... one of the few who had been civil to Alec... one of the few who had let him hang around and didn't tell him to go away... one of the few who had believed in a change.

He swallows hard and looks up at the ceiling, rather than looking the big man in the eye. "I'd be a whole lot more comfortable if they woulda just let me die like I wanted to," he mutters.

Was Dalton here because of Reese? Was he here to try and gain information? Or was he here as a friend? Alec didn't know. But something about his presence made Alec uncomfortable. Something about it made him wish he wasn't here. Regardless though... since Dalton was here, there were things that needed to be said.

Swinging his gaze back around, his wrists tug a little at the handcuffs - a habit really, with unrealistic hope that they would come loose. Finally looking in Dalton's eyes, his own were dark and cold. "Someone needs to keep an eye on Ryan," he states flatly. "And Dani... and Misty. You and Carson can take care of yourselves, but at least keep your eyes open and make sure the others are watched so nothing happens to them."


Tal's eyes lock with Ryan's as she looks up at him. His expression didn't seem to be of one worried about his car, but rather gentle, peaceful but strong. He finally looks down and grabs a pen. "I'll give you my number so you have it on file, but I can stick around for a while."

He writes down his number for her, keeping the pen between his fingers to fiddle with. "I only worked half a day today anyway, so I got time. Don't kill yourself to find the problem quick."


Dylan looks at the little bag of cookies for a moment before taking them. He eyes Rosetta as if almost suspicious that this was some sort of bribe, but enough trust that he didn't think that was true. "Um... thanks."

Turning to go, he's met with BJ and stares down at the boy lamely as his legs are hugged. He honestly didn't know how to respond. A few months back, he would have kicked BJ off and snarled at him for getting too close and told him to get lost. Now though, after all that had happened... that mean desire just wasn't there. That didn't mean he knew what else to do though.

Staring dumly after BJ as he trots down he hall, his eyebrows rise slightly. His mouth opens as if he's going to say something, but then closes again. Spying the BJ's drawing that was still on the table, he picks it up, looks at it a moment, then rolls it up in his hand. He heads for the door and stops briefly to turn and look at both Mick and Rosetta. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Dylan." Mick gives him a little wave, watching as his son disappears into the night air and the door is closed. Only now does he let out a long sigh, his shoulders relaxing. This evening had been good... it had been a good step for Dylan and their family... but now knowing it was over and successful, the diminishing stress created a weary sort of feeling.

Turning to Rosetta, he gives her a crooked grin. "Well... I'd say that went pretty well." He looks at the table and laughs. "It's a good thing we weren't playing for keeps or I'd be broke."