Dylan is sitting on the edge of the bed, his tall and muscular frame tense and still. His faceless head is bowed and his hands are clasped tightly in his lap. His black mask is pulled down over his eyes, completely concealing his features. He hears your footsteps approaching and his head perks up, his body shifting slightly as if he's straining to see you. As you approach, he reaches out a hand, grasping at the air until he feels your presence in front of him