Severide: You headed somewhere?
Dylan: Anywhere but here.
Severide: You gonna walk out on your parents like this? With your mom in the hospital?
Dylan: You don’t understand. I heard them talking. They try to keep their voices down, but I sat on the stairs and heard them. All the money went to medicine for me. They have nothing for themselves. They’re better off without me.
Severide: That where you hid your stuff?
Dylan: It was here before I moved in.
Severide: I made it. Used to steal cigars from my dad and hide it in there.
Dylan: There was a note in here when we first moved in. I don’t remember what it said.
Severide: I’m here anytime you need me. It was written by a girl who used to live up the street. I was going through some rough times back then, same age as you. You know what I learned? You gotta lean on the people who love you. I met your dad, and he loves you kid. It’s all over his face, and your mom, she’s gonna need you, now more than ever.
Dylan: I’ve caused enough problems.
Severide: The girl, the one who wrote that note, she saved me back then, and she’s still helping people, and she’s really good at it, and I think she can help you too.
Dylan: How?
Severide: Come on, let’s go see your old man. Let him know you’re OK. I’ll tell you about it on the way.