There was something about the oddly complacent, thoroughly pleased face of a stoned individual that never failed to amuse Dylan. He hadn't smoked weed in a long, long time, and he was glad. He liked to keep his wits about him, such as they were. He plucked at the end of his sleeve and sat back a little on the couch, letting his head loll back a little. "Seems weird that he just took off like that-" Dylan said with a shrug but, fuck, Dave had the smack that had taken the blood away? He sat up straight, his left hand trembling a little. "Not really." He said with something that was half a snicker and half a nervous laugh. He drummed the fingers of his left hand on his knee, not even bothering to hide the hunger on his face.