Cigarette smoke and Napalm clouds.

"I'm fine." Dallas shook his head but did move forward to grab Law's hand, noticing how the medicine had already affected him. "You'll be alright." He murmured softly, reassuringly.

"Im shaving my head after this."  Law informed, not willing to respond to the mans words."Im not waiting for the shit to fall out on it's own,oui." He considered leaving his soul patch though, in the hopes that maybe it would be unaffected by the treatment. Afterwards, he wanted to kick Jesse's ass.

Dallas could only nod, afraid if he opened his mouth his voice would crack and threaten to show the emotions he was holding down.
He rested his forehead against his lover's shoulder as his hand rubbed over the man's back and he tried not to think of how he would have to watch Law die slowly.

Law finished his treatment, and as he promised he wobbled his way into the bathroom to shave his head, only calling for Dallas when he needed someone to finish the back. "What do you think? Sexy, right?"  Law in truth, looked sick.  He had deep bags under his eyes, more pronounced than usual with all the times he spent awake hacking. What was once tan skin now seemed dull and pale, only more noticeable with how hollow his cheeks were becoming. But the man was grinning crookedly while staring in the mirror, determined to stay strong for Dallas.

"Just as beautiful as ever." Dallas smirked, taking the razor from the man to finish off the back of his hair. "Maybe even sexier than before, I don't know if I can handle it." He would try to joke, like usual for Law. The man was right, they had to enjoy the time they had.