He rubs just below an eye with his palm - not teary, not even wet-eyed, but maybe some part of him is, deep in there, too far down to bubble up to the surface. More than anything, he's exhausted by what it means to exist. )
... I guess.
( He exhales, relenting. Not happy, but knowing his petulance won't save himself, or anyone else, in the long run. )
... If there's anyone willing, I'll take only as much as I need. There's no point... if you end up blood-deprived anyway.
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He rubs just below an eye with his palm - not teary, not even wet-eyed, but maybe some part of him is, deep in there, too far down to bubble up to the surface. More than anything, he's exhausted by what it means to exist. )
... I guess.
( He exhales, relenting. Not happy, but knowing his petulance won't save himself, or anyone else, in the long run. )
... If there's anyone willing, I'll take only as much as I need. There's no point... if you end up blood-deprived anyway.