That smile, it was worth lying. And, really, it wasn't exactly lying because Dave would do his best but, in the end, he was a mere mortal living across the street from the divine personification of the substance he was addicted to; he didn't have a chance. "I'll try." Dave said softly, pressing a light kiss to Dylan's lips. "I promise, Dylan, I'll try and I'll do it for me." Dave closed his eyes, nuzzling down against Dylan's neck. "I'm sorry for all this, for what he said. Let's just forget about it because I'm going to try."
He could stifle the yawn this time and, although he wanted to shoot up before doing anything, before bed, he could do his best to ignore the cravings until he slept. "Can we lay down?" He asked, exhausted, weak, and emotionally drained.