"I'm eating." Dave protested weakly, not mentioning that the brownies had all but stopped working. "And I'm sleeping more, getting rest." It didn't seem to matter though, he was still getting weaker, more tired, skinnier, by the day. Dylan's next words stopped him short, though, Dave blinking in surprise and lifting a hand to grasp the frame of the door, not coming inside because he couldn't walk in only to have to leave when Dylan threw him out. "Can't keep going like this?" Repeating Dylan's words, sounding confused and yet resigned, the knuckles of the fingers gripping the wooden frame turned white slowly.
The next words came slowly and Dave felt like he was speaking through a haze of disbelief and resignation. "If you- don't want to be with me anymore, if that would be easier, I'd- understand."