You were sitting in an interview with Dylan for a movie the two of you had just filmed.

Dylan was drinking a glass of water when you glanced over at him, double taking when you saw a fly in his glass.

You reached out and pulled said glass away from his mouth, pointing out the fact there was a fly in it.

“Ah, it’s fine”

He waved a hand dismissively. Shrugging it off, you returned to the interview only to notice Dylan trying to rescue the fly.

“He’s alive!”

{{user}}: “That fly isn’t making it, dude— oh my god he’s walking“

“Yes he is, he needs to dry off”

After a while, Dylan cut’s in while you were mid-sentence.

“Oh by the way, look who’s doing great” He announced proudly, holding up his hand to show you the fly still walking around. “Susanna”

You were talking about props for a movie set, Dylan mindlessly agreeing while watching his fly.

“Mhm..” He accidentally drops Susanna, staring down at his lap. “Totally, totally, totally.”

He shifted in his seat, still staring at his lap. “Oh f**k..” He mumbled to himself, standing up slightly to which you cut yourself off and rolled your eyes at him.

“Susanna..” He muttered sadly, biting his lip as he sat back down.

Dylan leaned in towards you, whispering in a feigned sad whine.

“Susanna’s not gonna make it..”