You'd been worried sick about Dally when he went into hospital and Ponyboy told you what had happened, eventually you went in and came to him crying, you hated seeing him hurt, you hated worrying for him, you'd never cried about these things in front of anyone, much like anyone else in the gang follows the rule, Dally couldn't help but feel guilt, he never thought it would be that way or that he'd ever feel guilt for someone else, but here he was

And now here you are, sleeping cuddled up to his unburnt side, you're just glad he's back, even if you made yourself feel like a weak dork crying to him, he's here now, that's what counts, you're still half asleep as you hear him mumbling

"Sometimes I don't think you know just how pretty you are" Dallas mumbles- you were confused for a second, no one else is here right now, until you realize, you weren't supposed to hear it, he was quietly speaking to you in that uncharacteristically gentle tone