"Of course I would have believed you!" Dylan exploded. "You think I wanted to hear it from my creepy-as-fuck dealer?" Oh yes, now all the possibilities were flooding his mind. He hadn't liked it, but yes, he knew what the GHB was used for, he just didn't think about it, but it hadn't yet occurred to him that the gods would be like the drugs. It made sense. Henri had always seemed so slippery, like his focus was always on something other than what he was talking about. Dylan shuddered at the memory of laying in his bed beside the god. "I'm sorry!" He exclaimed. "I just- I don't know what's going on, I don't even know if this right now is real, I think it is, I just don't know." Finally he seemed to lose his energy, his arms hung limp at his sides and his face seemed completely devoid of will. "I love you, Dave, I just don't know what to do. I don't know anything."