"I will! I mean, I do!" Snow insisted. He wasn't looking to hang out with Dylas. He wasn't that lonely. Yes he was.

"I certainly didn't 'hang out' with those two despicable brats who did that -- I'm not so terrible as all that." If Dylas had hoped to keep him away, it wasn't working. Snow stepped further into the warehouse and closed the door behind him to keep anyone else from interrupting and getting the wrong idea.

"I just... I wanted to thank you," he huffed, looking away. It wasn't an easy thing to do.