That exhausted him. He needed this trip. There was nothing that would stop him from his desire to make good memories to get him through all of this.
Tony was a fairly intelligent person, if he did say so himself. He wasn't a genius or anything, but he's competent enough to know basic body language. Dillon was almost imperceptibly hunched over and looked tense. There was a split second when Tony caught an expression he couldn't identify. It was very well hidden, but he picked up on it. Leave it to a teenager to hide the crazy shit that went on in their head. Tony understood; he was the same way. Still was
"The hell, bruh! You didn't say it'd be this C-C-Cold!"
Next thing he knew, Tony was jostled awake. He turned around and looked up to see Dillon with a concerned look on his face. The sun had dipped a lot as well, and it now looked like late afternoon or early evening. How long was he out? He was so comfortable that he didn't even remember when he fell asleep. When Tony flipped over to talk to Dillon, he felt a horribly sharp
Up until then, Tony was blissfully unaware of what Dillon was up to. Once he saw him take the pile of washcloths and drop them into the ice water, Tony was hit with the horror of what he
Dillon was hurt, very hurt. That hurt didn't compare even remotely
"Ah nice! Yer not burnin' up anymore! Every four hours I want you to take ibuprofen though... Sorry for wantin' to check you wouldn't be a faintin' princess
"I'm s-sorry Dill, yer right. I-I'm bein' ridiculous and... I uh, sorry. W-won't bring it up again. Think I'm j-just tired n' in pain-"Before Tony could finish, Dillon gave him a gentle hug. He remembered to be very cautious with his burn, but the dude needed a hug. Sadly, he didn't hug Dillon back or move in any way. It's like he wasn't even there. When Dillon let go, Tony had a look of disbelief on his face. It was almost as if this was the first time he'd been
Dillon eventually chose to start at the top and then work his way down. The top floor was largely clothes and souvenir shops, a couple new ones too. The third floor was probably his favourite. Almost all the shops weren't there last summer and included places that sold tobacco and tobacco accessories like Zippos and pipes. Dillon wasn't a smoker, but he had a nice Zi