Ecstasy sighed and released Mac's shirt, smoothing out the material and then leaving his hand flat where it was. "Don't be sorry, really. You don't have to be sorry just because I'm jealous that I have to share you even a little bit with someone else in the family," he said. It was paired with a smile, and apparently for the moment he was ready to let the matter drop. Later though, he would be having words with someone. Mac said he wasn't abusing it, which was true at the moment, but with drugs like that it was so easy to start. And then Evan would say E hadn't taken good care of Mac like he promised, because to some people "good care" did not equal "knowing he's taking a prescription opiate and doing nothing to stop him," and he really didn't want to get into that.
He leaned into the touch and kiss like a cat, and under half-closed lids his eyes were bright with the high. "You always say the nicest things. How could I ever, ever be mad at you?" Now E was all good times again, determined to live up to Mac's immensely ego-stroking declaration that he needed E. Damn right he did, and Ecstasy would prove just how much in what time he managed to keep the mortal here. Twisting around to reach the nightstand, he pulled out another tab and held it up on the palm of his hand like an offering while he brushed light kisses down Mac's jaw and neck. "You're staying the whole week. I won't let you leave before then. We're going to have too much fun," he murmured.