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"It isn't nice?" Dylon sounded confused. What was the point in love if it wasn't worth the while? Why did people fall in love at all? How strange, he thought. But America continued, explaining what he couldn't understand. About a feeling he'd never experienced before. The longer she went on, he realized she was speaking of a situation that was very specific. Very recent and near to her heart.

He leaned away from the splattering paint, watching America as if she were an unstable phenomenon that could burst at any given moment.

She was speaking of Taym. She loved him, but this was what love did. Her love kept him connected even when her heart could bear no more. Was that what it was? To think that love songs sang of something so vile and complicated.

Dylon smiled, because that's all he knew how to do.

"That's sure rough, being in love with a stupid a*****e."

Dylon gave a small shrug, "It's no problem. I just wish I could do more than listen and paint." He really had so little in the ways of advice, but he supposed most times, girls just wanted someone to listen, and not try to fix things.

This was a solid fact he learned from not just his numerous sisters, but also of the many many lady friends he'd come to get to know. Women had always been a frequent factor in his life. Of course he got along swimmingly with either gender. He just so happened to spend a lot of his energies seducing the fairer sex. As such, he got to know the ins and outs of female emotions, even if he chose to keep most of their drama at arms length.