While Dylan might have been proud of his healing inner-arms, Dave had taken them in and had tried not to wince. It meant that Heroin was losing a follower and that... well, Dave could try to prevent it but in the end, it was Dylan's choice, Heroin's choice whether or not to try to hang on tight and Dave couldn't affect the outcome. Other than trying to get Dylan to shoot up with him, of course, which he would attempt after they had found an apartment.
All of them were rather shitty but Dave, who knew Dylan probably hadn't had a roof over his head for years, couldn't help but love the thought of Dylan getting any apartment. "It's cozy." Dave replied with a grin, coming up to stand beside Dylan and look out the window. "And look, a view of the prostitutes!" He laughed slightly, shaking his head.
"Seriously, man, any of them would work. But this one's nice." Plus, he wanted to test out that bed, but perhaps he'd keep that thought to himself for just a little bit longer.