"Okay." Dave said softly, a hand threading through Dylan's hair in an attempt to calm him down a bit. All joy he had felt over knowing that Marijuana was back had been instantly quashed by his boss' pseudo-nice behaviour and Dave just sighed as he reached to the coffee table for two fresh needles and a spoon. "That's what we'll do." There would be a fight, he knew that, knew that he'd be unable to express his displeasure at the way Marijuana had acted but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment as he reached to slowly take the baggie of heroin from Dylan and started to tip some of the powder into the spoon.