The last thing Hannah said before she left was that they had a golf course now. It took Mick a minute to figure where they put it, but inland and above the village to the, what was it, south?, west? Mick wasn't sure, but it made sense. Plenty of space there and would fit if there was some other inland additions or whatever in the future. Seeing the fucking golf course was not important to Mick, but he did feel like he should cross soon so that he could talk to Dillon once more, and this was as good an excuse as any.
He was wearing the BDU shorts and the faded old purple t-shirt he'd put on earlier. That giant fucking cheeseburger was pretty amazing too. Hannah was full of surprises even here. Normally, he would have taken the unexpected visit after Hannah left as a wonderful excuse to not go, but he was not really sure how many chances he would have. Would it be only hours or days? Or somehow years? More? He couldn't contemplate that, but what if? How the fuck would he stand it?
Mick knew how hard all this had been and continued to be on Dillon. Maybe Hannah didn't even understand; Mick wasn't sure. Mick was pretty sure he had at least some idea, though. Taya had given him insight into the whole thing as well. Dillon had been living with this for decades. He had to be completely fucking crazy by now. Mick understood obligation. And revenge. Dillon had been living and reliving everything that had happened so that he could finish his mission. And then he was also collecting these people. As much as Mick wondered what Hannah and Connie and Kevin and the others would do, Dillon was the reason they were there. Dillon had continued. How had he survived it?
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