Dylan: *just facepalms*
Logan: You touch that girl, it comes off.
Dylan: if you think I'd hurt her, you're crazier than I thought
Logan: I ain't just talkin' hurtin'. An' don't fuckin' pretend you don't know what I'm talkin' about.
Dylan: yeah, yeah... break her heart and I'll have you, her mom AND her dad wanting a piece of me
Logan: She's just a kid. An' she's under my protection. Get it?
Dylan: *growlygrumble* fine
Logan: Good boy.
Dylan: *glarebroodsulk* I'm not -that- much like Pop, y'know
Logan: *shakes head* Ain't the point.
Dylan: *growly* what is?
Logan: She deserves someone good. Someone safe.
Dylan: *just facepalms* Pop doesn't think she's good enough for me... and you don't think I'm good enough for her...
Logan: She deserves better'n someone like us.
Dylan: and the fact I've been in love with her since we were kids doesn't mean shit, does it
Logan: Seems you been doin' alright with other girls.
Dylan: yeah, but they're not her... they don't know me like she does
Logan: *snort* I know you, kid. Better'n she does, too. Don't mean we gotta get in each other's pants.
Dylan: *groans and rubs his face*
Logan: Forget her. Get someone else.
Dylan: been there, tried that... didn't work
Logan: *now it's his turn to grumble*
Dylan: that's half the reason I have the rep I do. I wanted to get her out of my head, but no one else measured up. *mumbles* That and I was tired of disappointing Pop.
Logan: *eyebrow* You fucked around for Victor?
Dylan: *groans, running his hands over his hair* y'know how he's always braggin' about his conquests and shit. Figured if he's not gonna be proud of my fighting, maybe I'd better find something else to be good at.
Logan: *kinda feeling sorry for him* Kid, y'ain't ever gonna be good enough for him. Victor... he can't take anyone bein' better'n him.
Dylan: yeah, but I'm his kid, his flesh and blood. I should at least -try- otherwise I'll be spitting teeth for the rest of my life. And it's not that I'm trying to be better than he is... I just, for once, want him saying that he's proud of me for something
Logan: *looong sigh, thoughtful* It's not gonna happen, kid.... I'm sorry.
Dylan: *doesn't give a flying rat what the drinking age is, he reaches in the fridge for a beer* doesn't mean I'm not gonna stop trying
Logan: *definitely not stopping him; the kid's almost a man...* Look, take my advice. Forget about it. You want his approval, you can wait a long time. *and do some fucked up shit - but Logan's not looking to make suggestions*
Dylan: *just grumbles and drinks his beer*
Logan: *wants to be more supportive, but the Sam thing really gets in the way*
Dylan: *just broods*