Thanks

As Dalton returns to his desk, Scott wanders forward a little to continue the conversation, but not wanting to invade. It felt strange, knowing that this wasn't his own office too.

"Wow... that's great." He'd wondered about Dalton and Dani and was glad to know they were still together and doing so well.

What had Scott been doing? He shrugs as his eye wanders the office. "Not much. Just, um... trying to reintegrate myself I guess." It wasn't like it was a secret he'd spent a year in a mental hospital. There was no point in acting like he hadn't. "There's been a guy from Brookshire staying with me. Brian. But Justin's been talking to me this last week about me trying it on my own. I... I still got some problems, ya know?"

He pauses, studying the computers for no real reason other than he was too embarrassed to look up at Dalton yet. He shrugs again. "I've been seeing Hope a little bit though. Not dating or anything - just hanging out. It's been good, but... I think she's disappointed."


Dylan was just setting aside his empty plate and sliding down a little in bed when Ashlee enters. He couldn't help it that he was surprised. First, that she'd want to be here, and second, that her mom had let her. "Hey..."

Accepting the card, he runs his finger over the colorful picture, feeling rather undeserving of Ashlee's efforts. It wasn't like he had the flu. He was here because of his own stupidity. Did she know that? Most likely. She was smart enough to figure it all out.

"Thanks..." He nods and looks up at her with appreciation. "You're pretty artistic. That's cool."

Keeping the card with him, he lays his head back in his pillows, still turned to see Ashlee. He knew he must look awful. He felt rather awful still. Not as bad as he had, but he had no desire to get up and do anything.

Studying his friend for a moment, a new kind of feeling descended. Guilt. He'd run away, he'd gotten into bad stuff, he'd got himself hooked on drugs, and he'd tried to hide it from everybody, including her. That made him a pretty lousy friend.

He swallows hard and drops his gaze. "Look, um... I... thanks for... for still being my friend, I guess. I mean... after all this."