For half a minute as he sat, suddenly alone at the table, Dylan couldn't believe it, he wouldn't let himself believe that Dave could ever take such a step on his own. He didn't believe it, not until the older man had returned and the water was rushing in the background. In those moments, Dave looked like death warmed over, twice. Dave's words chilled Dylan to his very bones, and for a split second he wondered if this would all end in a hideous disaster. "Dave-" He murmured, and stood to round the table. He slipped once, cracked his elbow down on the table loudly enough to startle himself, but caught his weight on his other hand and continued towards Dave. He reached for his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his head and shoulders, ducking to touch his forehead to the crown of Dave's head. "I know it hurts." He whispered, rubbing his fingers over Dave's back. "But I'm going to help you, I promise." He swallowed, "That's why I'm doing it, too, for you."