Dylan snorted and shoved at Dave's elbow, it was a playful gesture, but his facial expression was deadly serious. "Don't say that." He muttered, pushing his thumb under the the tubing that was still wrapped around his arm to snap it off. He plucked the needle he had used from the couch cushion beside him and dropped it into his backpack that rested at his feet. "Don't say that," He repeated. "It's weird."