[without prompting, he sits. poised on the edge of the bed, fingers tangling together in his lap, he finally -- finally - meets her eyes. can't hold it long, his eyes snapping away in a blink, but.]
[yeah, she'd nudge him through it.]
[(blood for genocide. how about that.)]
That's-- [... so dangerous.] Please take care.
[a beat. eyes back to hers, a mix of concern and that consistent trepidation.]
W-wait, how long do your powers last off of a pint of... ah...?
no subject
[yeah, she'd nudge him through it.]
[(blood for genocide. how about that.)]
That's-- [... so dangerous.] Please take care.
[a beat. eyes back to hers, a mix of concern and that consistent trepidation.]
W-wait, how long do your powers last off of a pint of... ah...?