"Every day." Dave replied sagely, after savouring the taste of frosting and Dylan all rolled into one. "Then there would always be cake." He ate his cake slower than Dylan, as the munchies from his god couldn't hope to completely counteract the loss of appetite that came from almost constant heroin use. But his piece was smaller and his stomach didn't betray him and, when Dylan's plate was clean, so was his and he reached out to run a hand lightly through Dylan's hair. Leaning in, Dave pressed a happy kiss to Dylan's lips, lingering for just a moment, just long enough to run his tongue lightly over the younger man's lower lip. "What do we do now?" He repeated, the smile on his face light, open, a smile he never wore at the shop these days. "Anything you want, Dylan. It's your birthday, after all."