Dan still remembered the first time that he witnessed Herbert's addiction to reagent. He had been shocked to say the least when he had walked into the smaller man's bedroom to see him sweating and shaking as he did his best to fill the syringe up with the glowing green liquid. He couldn't believe such an intelligent man could do something so stupid and reckless to his own body. He should never had helped him, shouldn't have acted like it was almost normal to do such a thing to ones self.

Herbert knew quite well that Dan had a high amount of disdain for his habit, but if anything that made him do it more. That's how it usually went; when Dan disapproved of something Herbert would do it more, just to spite the younger man. Most times Dan could look past it, even find it a bit cute, but when it came to this it frustrated and scared the hell out of him. The older man always tried to hide it, to keep it to himself, but every now and again he had to ask Daniel for help; like today.

"Please D-Dan I ne-need help."

"No Herbert, you know how I feel about you doing this. It isn't healthy."

The older man sat on the couch shaking, his brown eyes wide, and his skin soaked with sweat. He looked vulnerable when he was going through his withdraws, he looked almost human. That was until Daniel realized that the only reason Herbert looked this way was because he was having massive withdraws from not shooting up with reagent. Dead people, they shot this stuff into dead people. This wasn't something meant to go into a living being.

"Damn it, just do it for me; please, I rarely ask you for he-help with thi-this."

He was getting irritated; his hand was shaking so violently that he dropped the syringe on the floor. Herbert cursed under his breath; he reached down to get the syringe but couldn't get a good grip on it.

Dan knew that he shouldn't help him, shouldn't help feed a habit that was killing his friend.

"Fine, this is the last time though."

That wasn't the first time he'd said that.

Dan picked the syringe up from the floor. He sat down next to the shorter man, Herbert held out his shaking arm, Dan grabbed hold of his wrist doing his best to keep the other man still. He could feel Herbert's desperate brown eyes on him as he pushed the needle into his skin, he watched as the green liquid flowed from the syringe and into Herbert's veins. He knew he shouldn't help him, if anything he should bug him until he stopped doing this. Then again if Dan was better or even remotely good with telling Herbert no then Meg and a lot of other people would still be alive.

He released his grip on the older man's arm. Herbert leaned back against the couch closing his eyes tightly. Dan felt uncomfortable watching him, the way the reagent made him react in the first few seconds was almost like he was having an orgasm, when he opened his eyes again he looked in Dan's direction smirking a bit.

"You always give in." He said before getting up and leaving the room.

Back to the basement, back to work; he always won, he was a sociopath wasn't he? They always won.