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*

If his old man knew the trouble he was going to for a girl, he'd get his ass beat into the middle of next month. But Dylan couldn't help it. He'd dreamed for years about finally taking Sammy out on a date, and now he had his chance. Granted, it had been twenty-something years in the making, but a good hunter had to be patient, right? Right.

Try as he might, Dylan couldn't quite keep the bounce out of his step as he walked through the halls of the BPRD to Sammy's room. His mother had nicknamed him "Tigger" even before he was born, and some days, he certainly lived up to it. Dressed in his usual casual style of jeans, polo and deck shoes, he knocked on Sammy's door.

"Hey, ding-- er, Sammy. You ready?"