Marijuana's words felt like a slap to the face and Dylan fell silent again, eyes flickering from Dave to the god and back as Marijunana's second rattled off the list of numbers. Each drug was a god, each dollar paid for more devotion, it was incredible. The insides of his arms itched and he felt a tingling in his chest but he didn't let himself scratch because he had already shown enough weakness. It was the question that jolted him back into a willingness to speak. "Yes, we did." He said, his expression slightly stony. He ducked his head and pressed his forehead to Dave's shoulder, silently pleading for him to somehow make Marijuana go away.