"It's okay." Dave whispered, running a soothing hand up and down Dylan's back as he pressed kisses to the top of the younger man's head. "It's- beautiful." The smoke had retreated, almost fully, and Dave was cut off from Marijuana's emotions. Perhaps that was good, but for a moment, he felt empty. Dylan almost, almost but not quite, filled that emptiness and he clung back. "It's good."