I remember. You thought it was going to fuck me up, that you were a vampire.

[ He says it like the idea is laughable. Like he hadn’t spent the week prior being fucked up by every little thing. It seems more distant, now. He remembers the taste of bile, having to sprint to the bathroom not long after arriving, but not what it could possibly have been about. A stomach bug, maybe. ]

And you offered some constructive criticism with regard to where I keep my blood.