"Uh... not really." Malcolm had dished him up some breakfast, but he hadn't been able to manage eating it in the end.
It startles him to realize that he wants to stay. That he wants to be as close to the kindness these people have shown him as possible. The tension of it is still there, the sense of owing them, but the thought of something stable in the madness is more enticing. He'll just have to make himself as useful as possible in compensation, though he's not sure any of his talents are particularly useful here.
He can't meet Doc's eyes when he answers. "I'll stay. You're better company than Elijah." Right, he hadn't remembered the vampire's name before. "He's the one who bit me."
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It startles him to realize that he wants to stay. That he wants to be as close to the kindness these people have shown him as possible. The tension of it is still there, the sense of owing them, but the thought of something stable in the madness is more enticing. He'll just have to make himself as useful as possible in compensation, though he's not sure any of his talents are particularly useful here.
He can't meet Doc's eyes when he answers. "I'll stay. You're better company than Elijah." Right, he hadn't remembered the vampire's name before. "He's the one who bit me."