I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Not Good at Not Caring
Dylan always had to be the toughest person alive.
Because if anything were tougher than him, it might hurt him.
Self-preservation, that was the name of the game.
When he was a kid, everything hurt.
His skinned knee.
His stomach when he ate too much candy.
The bruise on his face from where his dad backhanded him for knocking over his beer bottle.
His heart every time his mom screamed at him for something.
Dylan Massett hurt alot as a kid.
Growing up he was determined not to let so much hurt him.
He made himself tough.
On the outside
"What's up? Huh? Huh? What?"
So everyone could see not to try to bother him.
Or he would mess them up.
Bad.
And he made himself cold and dead on the inside.
I don't care. I don't care.
Whatever.
Or tried to.
Sometimes it worked.
Sometimes it didn't.
When Ethan got shot and bled out in front of him, he was scared.
Plus, the guy trusted me. Trusted me.
He was helping me.
Do you know how rare that is?
And I wasn't going to let him down.
I wasn't.
When Jodi hopped into bed with him . . .
Uh, okay, yeah, let's go.
. . . and then kept him by her side, he felt the beginnings of care.
And then she died.
Shit.
He felt concern for Bradley.
Annoyance for Norman's thickheaded determination to be his disturbed mother's disturbed son.
And outright bafflement and frustration at the two of them together.
I love them, okay, but what the hell?
Shame at himself when he found out . . .
Oh my god, what the shit, seriously?
. . . he was the child of Norma and her brother.
And so much more he felt it would take forever to process.
I could keep a therapist in golf clubs for the rest of his life. God.
So he guessed he wasn't that good at not feeling at all.
And then there was Emma.
So beautiful.
So pure.
So clean and fragile and tough and bright.
So everything.
And . . .
Oh man.
. . . he refused to admit it for a while, even to himself, but . . .
I . . . just . . . I just . . .
I love her.
And that was pretty much it.
There's just such a clear line between pre-Emma Dylan and Emma-Dylan.
That's what my friend DinahRay has said before. Which by the way, sweetie, thank you for reviewing!