I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Nose Smack
He eventually did drive her crazy.
And it only took a week at home.
Plus the two hospital weeks prior.
Which, as everyone knows, are centuries longer than regular weeks.
But Dylan Massett always managed to wear thin on people.
One way or another.
"Heyyy, what're you doing? Hang on, I can get that for you."
"Dylan."
"What do you need, I'll bring it."
"Dylan."
"Oh, sit back. Here's some water."
"Dylan."
"You feel cold. Let me get you a bl-"
"Dylan!"
"What?"
"I know I had major surgery and got new lungs and am a delicate little flower that could disintegrate at any moment but I'm okay, okay? I'm getting stronger and I need to keep getting stronger. Stop hovering. If I need something I'll ask for it. I've got to challenge myself just a little bit at a time or I'm not going to get better. Okay?"
She looked a little annoyed.
She sounded a little irritated.
Not Norma-screaming-throwing-things-and-hitting-people-Bates annoyed and irritated.
Just normal annoyed and irritated.
Normal.
Which was a relief.
Still, he didn't want to push it.
And she was right.
He needed to treat her like he'd always treated her.
Capable.
Independent.
Emma.
So . . .
"I'm sorry. Hey, would you go outside and change the oil in my truck?"
She squinched up her eyes prettily at him.
"Clever."
Then she kissed him and sent him on his way.
To begin the long and ardous task of retraining himself not to pogo stick whenever she did anything.
Yeah, becauses he cares, right?
Thanks to the silent readers of this story! I hope you are enjoying. :)