Dave smiled back as he made his way across the parking lot, stepping carefully around the drawings as his eyes focused downward for a moment, noting the streams and rivers and idly wondering if the change in Dylan's art was due to the new drug the younger man was using. Again, thoughts of Heroin, Marijuana, GHB, and the tangled web of Drug politics rose in his mind but as he settled, cross-legged, beside Dylan, it was just them, just two mortals, and that was so damned comforting.
"Hey." He greeted, glancing down at the water bottle. "You must be making a shitload off that stuff, yeah?" He asked, itching to try it, wanting to have something in his system that wasn't his boss or his boss' lover, merely because he could... even though he really wasn't supposed to.