Touché. Still, it's kind of depressing there isn't some workaround. Not that I've ever met a vampire who isn't also a human before, (he hums, convinced that this topic is harmless to indulge in.

later, when the fog lifts and his hindsight becomes clearer, jonas will realize the kind of danger he put himself in. simultaneously, he'll develop a far better opinion of d who spoke gently to him instead of draining him of his vitality.

prejudices are a bitch.)

I know this isn't, like, profound or whatever, and I'm not gonna try to convince you to change your mind on any of that, but... if you think things are gonna turn out the same for you here, you've always got a place on this one specific hay bale. (on his side, now, it's easier for jonas to raise both brows at the red look that drifts his way. it's matter-of-fact, trying to keep it casual.

he's failing. ears and cheeks burning, jonas tries to shrug and only manages to rock himself strangely in place.)

I've had trouble, too. Not—obviously not in the same way... it's just hard to overwrite someone's opinion of you. So, like, if you're ever lonely or whatever, you can talk to me.