They made it over the bridge and saw that the pavilion with the bathrooms was a couple hundred meters away. Thank goodness, they had made it alright. There was absolutely no fuel left in his tank when they finally got to the pavilion, and he gasped in pain as he dropped down onto the bench of one of the picnic tables. When he had sat, it had caused his broken arm to jostle and it had him in tears instantly. Through his tears, he saw Tony look down at him with the most heartbroken look in his eyes. He wanted to help so badly, but he didn't appear to know what to do. That was ok, Dillon heard Kat and the others close in on them. They were still out of sight around a bend, but they were close. Tony shouldn't have to handle anything alone.
"Guh- 'atta boy, Dill! Choke on me!" Tony grunted. As he pistoned his hips, he held Dillon's head down.The air in his lungs had started to become laden with carbon dioxide, but he wasn't allowed up. Even if he
Back at the apartment, Dillon piled the stuff they brought up in the guest room. Since the guest bedroom was so very rarely used, it was the perfect storage space for their chairs, fold up tables, coolers,
"Look here," Dillon said softly and he gently turned Tony's face to look him in the eye. He'd looked away as emotion had threatened to overwhelm him. "I… can't change the past, but I can assure you of yer future. Tony, you'll
As the hand that gripped Dillon's right wrist tightened and pulled slightly, he groaned softly and took another breath. What were his options? The arm around his neck was a no-go, but if he could free his right arm, perhaps he'd have the leverage to flip him? If he could pry his thumb off, he could break his grip. 'Fuck! That's out too!' Dillon thought bitterly as he
. October 27th, 2012: Saturday
Dillon felt his eyes light up at the thought of Tony as his self-defense teacher. Excitement ate away at him already to see all the cool stuff his a