Dillan chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, figures that would be your main concern," he said with a small smile. He laid his weapon back on his lap and sighed, a frown returning to his face. "Sorry about that by the way, didn't mean to bring the mood down like that," he apologized and looked to Lee, his glasses hiding his somewhat worried eyes. "It was just that Emma asked me if I had to leave because of this shit," he shook his head and began to drum his fingers along the frame of his M14, his frustration slowly creeping up his spine as he looked towards the floor. "She shouldn't have to worry about this stuff, she should just focus on being her age and that's it. I never got to, but here she does ya know? She's surrounded by kids her own age, good people who look out for each other and a place that she can actually call home," he tightened his fist as he furrowed his brow as he realized something. "I...I just don't want her to end up like me. I want her to be so much better than me," he admitted with a sigh. It was true sadly, he wanted Emma to be nothing like him. He wanted her to be free from worry and not be haunted by nightmares of his past. At her age he had already done regrettable things that still bother him to this day. Everyday he's plagued with his dread and anxiety of the future and honestly can't see himself being around in ten years, but instead of dealing with it he hides and uses his job as an excuse. He puts on a smile for her, but inside he's already tired at such a young age. 

Dillan soon realized he was doing it again and shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to unload that crap on ya, just a long week," he said with a small, sheepish smile. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Enough about my crap though, how are you and Fay doing? I haven't talked to her for awhile," he said, hoping to move the conversation in another direction.