There was (hazel eyes) another, but he couldn't (smile) recall or place the face (glow) of any worthy others (killer killer killer). "I love you." He said, smiling with the complete phrase that was just a drop clearer. He kissed Henri back sweetly, relishing the touch, the taste, the high. "I am happy, I love you forever." There was someone else that Dylan could have loved just as much as he loved Henri in this moment, maybe even more - but the word escaped him, just as his ability to feel even a single negative thought escaped him. This was nothing like his usual lack of control - sure, he had relinquished any mastery over the situation the moment he had fallen into Henri's bed, but he had never felt so good about the reality slipping away from his consciousness.
"You're my god, my drug." He murmured fervently, reverently, and ran his fingers through Henri's hair. "You're perfect, you- nothing will ever be better than you." He shivered. "You're - all I need." He nuzzled against Henri's neck, "Thank you."