"Hey, dude!" Dave greeted as he walked into their work room. He walked passed his red haired friend at sat at his computer. "Guess who scored some pot?" he grinned as he held out a small bag of weed. He expected Jerry to say something or complain about his pot use, but he said nothing. "Dude, weed!" Dave said excitedly again, but still nothing. "Why so quite?"

"Oh, sorry." Jerry apologized, but continued to pay more attention to his work. His voice sounded a little off. Dave peered over his computer and glanced at his friend. Even though he couldn't see his face his hair looked unkempt like he ran his hand through it one to many times.

"Uh Jerry, how long have you been here?" Dave asked

"One or two," he answered

"Hours?"

"Days."

"Why?"

"Mr. Larrity said he wanted this game done by tomorrow and it's taking forever. If I don't get it done he's gonna skewer me."

Dave got off his chair and walked over to his friend. He peered over his shoulder and saw why is was taking so long. "Dude, that computer isn't even on." he pointed out. He spun Jerry's chair around looked at his friend. He had dark circles under his eyes, his skin was an unhealthy shad of white, and there was mucus dripping from his nose. "Christ Jerry, you look like hell."

"Thanks for the complement, but I really have to get back to work." he said and tried to turn back to his computer, but Dave stopped him.

"I'm all for working and pulling all an nighter especially when it's just you. But not if you die trying." Dave said

"Screw you, I'm-I'm-I-achoo! I'm fine." he said taking out a tissue to wipe his nose.

"OK, ew," Dave shuddered. "I really think you should go home." he argued.

Jerry said something he could understand and yawned. He then fell into Dave's arms and fell asleep. Dave blushed, why did he have to be so damn cute sometimes? Dave tried to shake him awake, "Come on dude, I'm not carrying you to my car."

Jerry slowly got up and tried to walk, but he just lost his balance and feel. Dave winced as there was a loud thud. He groaned "You're killing me buddy." he walked over and slipped his arm around the shorter male's waist. The orange haired man swung his unconscious friend's arm over his shoulder and lifted him up. He then proceed to drag his friend down the stairs and into the parking lot.

Dave threw him into the back seat so he could lay down and got into the front seat. He drove to his house and dragged his friend into the house. He was to tired to go up to the bedroom so he just laid him on the couch. He looked at his friend and a smiled crept onto his face. He looked like an angle. He was to distracted to see the arm swing around his neck. "Ahg!" he was pulled into a hug. "Let go!"

"I love you," Jerry mumbled tiredly. Dave blushed and shifted slightly in his friends grip. He rolled his eyes.

"You are so gay." Dave whispered. He sat down next to the couch so Jerry could still hold on. He leaned back and closed his eyes, might as well get some sleep.