Who: Dave Henderson and Dylan Hayes. Where: Dylan's apartment. When: Sunday, early evening. Warnings: Language, possible drug use. Will update as needed.
There had been moments, the night before, when Marijuana had been paying attention to his cell phone instead of Dave. At the time, the mortal hadn't bothered to think anything about it; Marijuana was constantly texting someone, he was a drug dealer. When Dave had woken up alone the next morning - around noon, really - and checked the journal system, he sighed as he saw his boss antagonizing Dylan online. However, his focus quickly shifted and Dave saw red for a moment at the knowledge that some random guy had gone over to Dylan's the night before. Cursing Marijuana as Dave got dressed quickly, he had wanted to head straight over to Dylan's right away. Of course, though, Marijuana had come stumbling downstairs to the Highway main floor, drunk already, mourning Harrison already, and decided to give Dave menial tasks that kept him busy into late afternoon.
When he finally had a moment to sneak away, he quickly communicated with Dylan and left before Marijuana could give him anything more to do. Driving quickly and trying not to clench his jaw too much at the thought of that random guy with his Dylan. Dylan needed him, no matter what else had happened, and Dave parked, taking the stairs three at a time and only had to stop to rest twice, his head spinning. Soon enough, though, he was knocking lightly on Dylan's door, scratching the insides of his arms, and gnawing on his lower lip. "Dylan?" He called out softly, wondering if Dylan had actually wanted to see him now that he had cheated on his promise to quit heroin, wanted to see him now that Dave hadn't been there for him the night before. "Can I come in?"