Dylan raised a hand to lightly caress Dave's cheek and rested his chin on the older man's collarbone. "I think I got taller." He said, his voice vague and oddly casual, considering how upset he had been scant minutes before. "I can't eat." He said in response to Dave's question, "But I would really, really like enjoy a beer right about now." A question struck him, and he decided to ask. "Is there a god of alcohol?"