Dylan nodded dumbly and backed up until the insides of his knees touched the edge of his bed. He essentially collapsed into a sitting position, his shoulders slumped, his arms limp. He raised his eyes to GHB, silently begging for something to make sense. All he wanted was for GHB to go away and take his crazy world with him. Suddenly the world seemed a lot bigger, and he felt a lot smaller. He needed Dave, he needed to cling and cry, but definitely not in front of GHB. "I don't understand." He murmured, "What are you?"