"Avery… right," Dylan laughed, in part trying to cover up his stammering, but also attempting to hide the guilt in his voice, "uh, first thing, sorry for tackling you. My bad. Secondly, you said we should follow the river, right? Well underground lake or no, it's better than sitting here. So now I apologize for letting that idea sit."
This much Dylan knew was true now. Without any light, the only guide they had was the sound of rushing water. They'd be hitting their heads on stuff a lot, but it was still better….
Dylan, you disrespectful swine, you never even gave her your name!
The thought had come out of nowhere, snapped him out of logic mode. Immediately Dylan switched topics in his head, and he couldn't follow any other train of thought in his head, except enough to say, "I'm Dylan."