Wits end

"Movies are good." Ty nods his approval of the idea before taking a sip of his drink. "I like movies." He grins and gives Libby a little sidelong glance. "As long as you pick, 'cause I'm way too indecisive nowadays."

Munching on another piece of chicken, he glances around the little restaurant, his knee bouncing just a little. Ever since he'd been off work, he just felt out of place, out of the loop and on edge. Things just didn't feel right, and he still felt stupid for getting suspended in the first place. He wasn't sure if he'd change his decision now or not, but in the end, it just proved that no matter how hard he tried, he always managed to get himself into trouble one way or another.


Jason chuckles and wraps his arms around Katie as she cuddles more into him. "At this rate, I'm liable to fall asleep right here." He yawns and shifts himself around a little bit so his throbbing knee was in a more comfortable position. Closing his eyes, he's quiet for several minutes.

"Did you ever know my dreams?" he asks softly. "If I was asleep and you were awake... do you see the things I see?"


Reaching over, Eli gives Ryan a loving, light punch to the arm. "Yeah, I know... nothing gets Speedy down for long." A wry grin sneaks onto his lips. "Your big brother worries about you anyway though." And maybe one day he might be ready to admit that in a corner of his own heart, he was hurt that he'd lost a friend too.


It had finally happened. Dylan sat at the dining room table, his eyes on his plate as he picked at his food. It wasn't that he didn't like the food - Rosetta was a good cook. This just felt... awkward.

Sitting with Mick, Rosetta and BJ in their home, he was finally here for dinner as suggested a long time ago. He'd just gotten used to sitting alone in the corner of the dining hall at meals... this was completely different, and for the umpteenth time, he shifts uneasily in his chair.

Mick glances to his older son, then to Rosetta, his eyes conveying that he really wasn't sure what to do, but Dylan's discomfort was obvious. After helping BJ cut some of his roast beef, he clears his throat. "Forgot to mention, I got a call from Reese today," he comments. "It's a sure thing now that he's got a new agent he's sending out here. It's a woman who's been on the police force for a good number of years... apparently she's got a great reputation and is a hard worker. Divorced... has a daughter - seems to think the ranch will be good for her."

Dylan takes a sip of his water and goes back to picking at his food. "The only reason someone's coming is because of me, right?"

Mick sits back a little and looks at Dylan, unsuccessful in getting the young man to look at him. "Well, I suppose that spawned the decision, but it's a good idea anyway. Why?"

Dylan shrugs. "Just don't like being the center of attention is all."

"Oh, don't worry. She'll be here for more than you." Mick gives his arm a teasing nudge. "Don't give yourself so much credit."

Unfortunately, his teasing wasn't well-received. Dylan still had enough embarrassment from the past that thinking about having a security guard around here because of him still didn't set well with him. He sets his fork aside. "I think I'd like to go now."

At his wits end, Mick sighs, his eye drifting to BJ and on to Rosetta. Should he just let Dylan go or try to get him to stay a while longer?