Dave just stared at Dylan, completely aghast. "You threw-" He broke off as his cell phone vibrated, as a text came in, but Dave didn't look at it. At the moment, there was something more important going on than his boss, as much as that thought seemed rather alien to Dave. "You can't not want it, it's- it's everything." His voice was weak, pleading, although he wasn't exactly sure what he was pleading for.
He hadn't shot up last night. He could already feel his body begin to shake, could already feel the withdrawal he knew had to be coming and he knew, knew, he couldn't go through that again. He was too weak to make it through withdrawal, too weak to give it up. "Why?" He repeated, forcing his hands away from his jacket, away from the smack that he needed. "Why are you doing this?"