"Yes, listen to your mother." Dillon said with a snark filled smirk, happily casting Scott as the mother in that little analogy. But he did keep his hand on Ziggy's back, sensing the other's nerves.

It wasn't so much that Dillon needed people. He just didn't hate people like people seemed to think he did. He liked people well enough, when they didn't get on his nerves or pry into his business.

"Yeah, ours don't do much except get big and form megazords."