A hand raised to push through his hair - far too long, Dave needed to get it cut soon - fingers curling in light brown strands and tightening just for a moment before they relaxed. It was just so... so good. Heroin, Hazel, he was good, perfect, but he was off with Marijuana and this was the best substitute for both of them and it was a damned good one. A lazy, easy smile slid onto his face when Dylan spoke, a sharp contrast to the tightness that gripped his chest, and he turned his head slightly from where it rested against the back of the couch. "You are too, man." He murmured, his voice somewhat slurred but somehow sure of what he was saying but he just looked away quickly, brushing the tubing off his lap for something to do with his hands.