The perfect purity of the columbian coursed through Dylan and he sighed, curling his hands in the hem of the shirt as sweet, sweet smack rocked his body with pleasure. It was only the second time he had gotten to shoot up with this particular variety of heroin and - and it was just so good- "Beautiful." He gasped, and when he opened his eyes the blood that had begun to creep into his vision had disappeared, and all he could see was lush and new. He glanced over at Dave. "You're beautiful." He said, his voice sounding a little thick.