Dave breathed an inner sigh of relief. They didn't have to talk about it anymore. They could just pretend that it wasn't going to happen. They could move on and have fun together and love each other and what happened would happen. Following Dylan over to the bed, he slid out of his own jeans rather easily, stretching as he watched Dylan wriggle under the sheets. "I'm always glad to see you." Dave murmured, slipping under the covers and snuggling up to Dylan, resting his forehead against the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "Love you. So much." He wanted to pass out, wanted to slip into sleep but he felt so warm in Dylan's arms, in his bed, that he wanted to stay away to enjoy it.