[ Accepting the offered glass, Stephen fixes Nate with a very particular look. It's the kind of look that says yes, sadly and but not for everyone. There's curiosity there that's only just overruled by the gently mounting stress of another looming problem.
Chances are she'd have killed him if he hadn't hastily thrown himself off a building and had the skills in place to avoid death by sidewalk. And a ravenous vampire no longer on a diet doesn't simmer down by itself.
A long, slow sip is answer enough, right? Here's hoping, because it's the answer he gets. On the swallow, there's another pressing question. ]
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Chances are she'd have killed him if he hadn't hastily thrown himself off a building and had the skills in place to avoid death by sidewalk. And a ravenous vampire no longer on a diet doesn't simmer down by itself.
A long, slow sip is answer enough, right? Here's hoping, because it's the answer he gets. On the swallow, there's another pressing question. ]
And who was your midnight medic?