"No, you won't." Dave murmured, running a hand through Dylan's hair lightly, trying to reassure even though there was really nothing he could do. They were the toys of the Drug Gods, both of them, and even as that thought surface, Dave's stomach rebelled at the thought of how this had all began. Dylan had met Dave, then Marijuana, then Heroin. It was all his fault.
Dave ducked his head against that notion and simply tried for a smile of his own. "I'm not going anywhere. Stay here tonight? The boss is on vacation for a few days. Gone. It's just us here."