Dave smiled lightly against Dylan's lips as he returned the kiss softly, a hand slipping into Dylan's hair and his arm sliding around the younger man's waist loosely. Even though this apartment was fueled by money made off GHB, who Dave disliked because Marijuana disliked his younger brother, it would be Dylan's and maybe, maybe... partly Dave's.
If nothing else, it would be a place to escape from the shop for a little bit and spend time with Dylan without the spectre of Marijuana hanging over their heads.