"Work for a band... lead singer of a band, it's all the same deal," he said with a smile, shifting a little so Dylan could lie closer to him and so he could touch better. "E isn't half bad," he said. "Makes everything feel good and the crash isn't any worse than coming down from being drunk. And Adam - my dealer - he's sweet. He takes good care of us, the whole band I mean. E will never kill you, not by itself at least." Which was why that was the only drug he used.
He reached out and ran his fingers through Dylan's hair, carding it back away from his face and pressing his cool palm to the back of the younger man's neck. He felt too warm, it couldn't be good. When Dylan started to panic again, Mac's arms went around him, pulling him into a hug that was almost surprisingly tight. He held onto Dylan's arms, stroking the skin with his thumbs. "Nope," he answered, shaking his head. "Not a chance. You made me promise not to let you use and what did I just say about not breaking promises. You're not using. You're not going anywhere. I will sit on you if that's what it takes." He had no intention of letting Dylan go anywhere.