Even with the constant presence of smoke in his mind, Dave knew that this was where he wanted to be. Maybe not more than he wanted to be at the Highway, maybe not less. Equal, in a very different way and that was scary in and of itself. But Dylan was pulling back and Dave wanted to follow, lean forward and meet those lips again but he merely let his hand trail down out of Dylan's hair to rest on his shoulder. "Mm?" He mumbled, happy, almost too happy, and wishing they were still kissing.