"I can't ever go back to the way I was." Dylan muttered. "Not the way things are." He couldn't believe he had been considering it only about a half an hour ago. The hand that clutched Dave's shirt slid around his waist and Dylan pressed close, for warmth and for safety, stability and, yes, love. "Fuck, I need you so bad, Dave." Finally he cracked a smile, a tear-streaked, somewhat strained smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Or I'll go crazy."