[His tones are still rough, thick from the tears that threaten to overcome him. He's hurting, and he's finally angry that after a thousand years of being denied happiness by his family, he's denying his chance at it.]
Because it doesn't. I saw it all, and I clung to you, screaming, and I still held you. I mourned all you had lost and everything you had been through. I know you keep saying you're not ready, Elijah, but it hurts knowing all I offered and it... you don't...
[He winces, shaking his head. It's not that easy to say it, to try and not hurt Elijah despite how bad he's hurting himself.]
Have you had that blood you took with you? Did you think I just had several bags of the same blood type laying around? The same person's blood? It's mine. I've been taking it as often as I can. First so you could take it to club nights with Rebekah, and then because I didn't know what you would need coming out of the coma. My blood is yours, Elijah, and honestly? I really don't care how things are done. I care about how we do things.
[He keeps waiting for the call to end, for Elijah to hang up on him. He's stayed silent and let him runaway and not texted him constantly and begged him to come home but he Elijah opened the door, as it were, and now he's not sure he can close it. Even if he's trying so hard not to say too much. Just what he's done and how he feels.]
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[His tones are still rough, thick from the tears that threaten to overcome him. He's hurting, and he's finally angry that after a thousand years of being denied happiness by his family, he's denying his chance at it.]
Because it doesn't. I saw it all, and I clung to you, screaming, and I still held you. I mourned all you had lost and everything you had been through. I know you keep saying you're not ready, Elijah, but it hurts knowing all I offered and it... you don't...
[He winces, shaking his head. It's not that easy to say it, to try and not hurt Elijah despite how bad he's hurting himself.]
Have you had that blood you took with you? Did you think I just had several bags of the same blood type laying around? The same person's blood? It's mine. I've been taking it as often as I can. First so you could take it to club nights with Rebekah, and then because I didn't know what you would need coming out of the coma. My blood is yours, Elijah, and honestly? I really don't care how things are done. I care about how we do things.
[He keeps waiting for the call to end, for Elijah to hang up on him. He's stayed silent and let him runaway and not texted him constantly and begged him to come home but he Elijah opened the door, as it were, and now he's not sure he can close it. Even if he's trying so hard not to say too much. Just what he's done and how he feels.]