"Dave." Dylan repeated, perhaps saying the older man's name over and over again could center his thoughts, steel his nerves for making an official vocal declaration of what he was feeling. "Dave, I love you." And there it was, hanging in the air so thick that one could almost make it out in the space between Dylan and Dave. Dylan held his breath, gathering his will to flee should things go badly. He hoped he wouldn't cry, he prayed he wouldn't cry.