Dylan could feel a lump growing in his throat. The rational part of him was terrified of Henri, and rightly so. Fortunately for Henri, the rational part of Dylan was very, very rarely in control of his actions. He leaned his head into Henri's touch, and then a little more to connect himself to more of Henri's bare skin. It was cool to the touch, but nowhere near the bone-chilling wind that blew outside. He curled his arms around Henri's waist, briefly pressing his free palm to the skin of his back as his fingers curled around Henri's. "Let's go to bed." He agreed with a nod, withdrawing his arm.
He took the initiative and began to walk towards the bedroom, lightly tugging Henri along behind him. He let go, turned to walk backwards as he pulled off his shirt and drifted back into the bedroom, gingerly sitting down on the edge of the mattress. He pushed off his shoes and socks and reached for Henri's waist. He pressed a reverent kiss to the skin of the drug's stomach and turned his head to rest his cheek on his hip. His eyes found a bottle of the drug on the night stand and he reached for it, unscrewed the top, and pressed it into Henri's hand. He tilted his head up, lips parted slightly. "Please." He said softly.