Dave's head jerked toward the door the second the elevator doors opened down the hall. And Marijuana walked out from the elevator, whistling softly and looking far too happy. Bryn had returned and there had been some awkwardness, but then Heroin had asked him to take him to bed. Three hours later, Marijuana had finally decided to go check on Dave, wanting to know how things had gone in his absence. Of course, he knew Dylan was there. What did that matter? He paid Dave's rent, he could go in and out any time. And that he did, not even knocking before opening the door of Dave's apartment and stepping inside.
"Yo, Dave, we're back. You got any beer in your fridge?" Heading toward the kitchen, he looked back over his shoulder. "'Sup, Dylan?" It was said in a light, calm tone that Dave saw through immediately as he sat up slowly, keeping his arms around Dylan. "I filled your fridge with beer this morning, boss. And you could have called." Marijuana shrugged as he came back to the living room with a beer. "Wanted to check on you, hear how everything went while I was away." Stoned eyes focused on the two of them, hiding the amusement and contempt he felt at seeing Dylan all curled up with his Dave.