"I'm just-" Dylan had to choke back a sob. "I'm so fucking tired, Dave, you don't even know - the shit I went through last night. It was so hard." He shuddered and clung closer to Dave. He was angry with the older man for cheating, for going back to the smack but at the same time, at the moment, all he wanted was to plunge a needle into his own arm. "I know it hurts, I know why you che- If- if Mac hadn't been there, I would have used."