[ (gone comatose)

(at best)

(died--)

Thomas goes rigid against Chris, even his tail falling totally limp.

(no)

(he wouldn't hurt Chris like that, he wouldn't he wouldn't he wouldn't

but

he did, didn't he?)

(if Chris slept for two days)

(and he would have fed again, he remembers it; he was going to keep Chris there and look after him and guard him but then he was going to feed again, wasn't he, and he hasn't known until now why Byron threw him down and hurt him like that, why Byron took Chris away when Chris was his but--)

(it makes sense now)

(he deserved it)

(he deserved more than that because he would have--) ]

I--

[ He trembles against Chris.

(he--

he's only half-incubi, right?)

(he can survive without it)

(it's not nice and it aches but--)

(he can get used to it, can't he) ]

You-- you can leave the tray here.

I won't... I won't feed from you again.