"I do trust you, Dylan." She stated.

That night, around 1:00 AM, she saw Dylan sneaking into her room. "Hmm... Dylan...?" She groaned, half-asleep, half-awake.

(Yeah, sorry! My bad.)

She just sat up, now wide awake. She turned her phone on, and stared at her lockscreen, and made a mental note her meds were low.

The next morning, she went for a walk, and left a note for Dylan.

About an hour later, she came back, with her meds, and his. "Dylan, I'm back." She stated, knocking on his door. "Got your meds too." She set them down on his bedside stand, and felt like a jerk. "Happy birthday. Your stuff is gonna be here shortly, so." She added. "Just... call if you need somethin'. Love you." With that said, she walked out, and sat in her own room, also miserable.

She walked back in, and sighed. "Dylan, can we... talk? Look, I know you're beyond mad with me, and you have a right to be, I was wrong to snap at you. So, here. If it helps, you can look through my phone." She stated, tossing the phone down. "I just want... us back, I want you back."