One of those jokes you see in tacky self-aware vampire fiction, about bloodlust. Oh, you're hungry? You're so hungry you have to murder people? I've wanted a sandwich before but not enough to kill somebody every night. But it doesn't feel like that at all. Louis' right, it's something else.
"It does. It is." But he doesn't feel as insane as he did before he drank from Louis. Not sure he wants to do it again, worrying too much about the despair he could feel in the other man. "I need to just— I need a minute, I think."
A glance down at his shirt, with Louis touching it. Gross. Great.
"I can change," he says. What else is there to do? "He supplemented my luggage like a considerate freak."
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"It does. It is." But he doesn't feel as insane as he did before he drank from Louis. Not sure he wants to do it again, worrying too much about the despair he could feel in the other man. "I need to just— I need a minute, I think."
A glance down at his shirt, with Louis touching it. Gross. Great.
"I can change," he says. What else is there to do? "He supplemented my luggage like a considerate freak."