[Gods...the comas. He'd been through his own what felt like forever ago and it had been so disorienting. Would it be better if it happened again? Would he feel more like himself on the other side of it? Or worse for the comparison of how he should be?

Again, he doesn't let himself dwell. What Kyle describes is fascinating...it makes him want to push the other man, to have him chase the feeling instead of shy from it and see where it took him. What if it helped him like how chasing his nature had helped Rhys? On the other hand, the natures in question were very different circumstances. What if it made things worse?]

I think you're doing a fine job describing it for something I can't possibly know myself.

[And then Kyle asks and he can feel his throat closing around the needed answer. This was foolish, he was human, he didn't feel not human he just felt...wrong. Bad.
Guilty.
Nothing he couldn't push back down and move on, that was something he was good at...usually.]

I feel fine. [He lies and looks away from Kyle to the bottle of booze so he can set to pouring himself more.] And I have died before, back home, but it was brief and got brought back by my bodyguard and best friend. All's right there.

[So, moving on.]

Have you tried pressing at this feeling of yours? Like with meditation? Focusing in on it as much as you can and the like.