The tears worried him but the shouting and the bright red of Dylan's face had Dave remembering Dylan's fingers around his throat, that time that Marijuana had taken matters into his own hands and manipulated the situation toward violence. He didn't like it and even though he knew that, in a fair fight, he could probably take Dylan out, he didn't want to. His face one giant mask of confusion, he stepped back into the apartment, away from Dylan. "Wait, what? What did I lie to you about?"