I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
The Telltale Earring
"Hey."
"Hey. Feeling better?"
"Yeah. I just needed some time to process everything."
Time had passed.
Not much. A few days.
The letter was gone.
He figured she'd packed it away.
But he wasn't going to ask and risk hurting her again with it.
"Thank you for being there for me, Dylan."
She paused, dark eyes searching his.
"I know you've always got your own problems with Norma and Norman but it means a lot to me for you to help me with mine."
Of course, I love you.
"I'm glad we can count on each other."
Yes. Always.
Except when I have to lie to you because I don't know if Norman killed your mother or not.
"I didn't say it before because I didn't want it to get all mixed up for me in the drama with my mom."
The mom Norman probably killed?
She paused again before gifting Dylan with one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen from her.
Almost driving out the whispering, niggling Norman thoughts that kept him up at night.
Almost.
"You're such a good person, Dylan. Not because you've had a good life or because you were taught to be. But because you choose to be."
He felt his heart swelling up in his chest.
Almost painful, but good too.
And a little bad.
"I love you, Dylan."
Then the feeling exploded, flooding his entire being with warmth and love.
She loves me.
Relief.
She trusts me.
Undercurrented with surreshing guilt.
"I love you too, Emma."
She reached up and kissed his mouth with her smiling mouth then.
And he tried to let her.
It makes me a little ill frankly, to realize that though Dylan truly loves Emma, he does withhold this information from her. Essentially marring their relationship very early on.
We'll return to that later.
But there will be happiness too.
Because there must.
Thanks to Lana Brown for reviewing. I really like the lightening bug analogy. :)