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[You need blood to live. Cassidy doesn't say anything, but his expression tightens like he wants to deny that.

The needing blood part. Not the 'different and dangerous' part. Or the bit about desires.]

I love you, too.

[He leans his forehead against hers and rests there a moment. He doesn't have to pretend to be totally all right. Not with her.]

Over half a century since I bit into a person who wasn't askin' for it. If it were a bloody twelve-step program, I'd've earned a fifty-year chip.

At least he's not dead. Though it'll make chance encounters in the dining hall a bit awkward from now on.