"That's not true." The effects of the drugs were beginning to waft through his brain; euphoria, mild nausea, a tingle up his neck. It wasn't true at all. "You've got more than me. Tons. Fucking- a lot more." GHB did have powers, more than Dylan, certainly. Dylan had known that an overdose was coming and he hadn't even been able to stop that. The trembling grew more and more terrible and one of his breaths caught in his throat and his lips parted. He lurched forward, hands reaching up to catch GHB around his jaw, and kissed the drug god harder than he had ever kissed anyone before.
It was an action borne of desperation and a drug-induced smattering of stupidity. He kissed GHB because, well- fuck, who knew how these powers worked? Ever since Dave had died, Dylan had felt the life leaking out of him and himself sinking like a lead balloon.His fingertips dug into the sides of GHB's face for another fierce second before falling back into his chair. He nearly toppled to the floor but caught himself on the table, knuckles white. "Sorry-" He mumbled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Sorry."