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"I was in the system, too. I'm sorry you went through the abuse."
"I'm sorry you were in the system, too." Neither of them wanted to rehash their shitty childhoods.
Seryn laid his head against Mitchell's shoulder and started drinking again. It didn't take long to finish it. The full, satisfied feeling was exactly what he needed.
"Were your visions a problem when you first walked in?" Mitchell rested his cheek against the top of Seryn's head and held his hand.
"Yes." After all that blood, he was tired. He yawned and shut his eyes. "I may fall asleep."
"Maybe we should attempt to get on the bed. My ass is going to hurt if I have to stay here for hours." The way Mitchell was so open about himself was refreshing. He was in complete contrast to Seryn, who was so closed off he had a difficult time recognizing how he felt about anything.
But somehow, Mitchell had already broken down Seryn's walls. It was like a floodgate. Seryn had cried for the first time since he was a small child. It hadn't been a record he had wanted to break, but he couldn't stop the mess of emotion from churning in his gut. Or the visions.
But one of those things Mitchell helped him with. Seryn would take advantage of that for as long as he could.
Seryn sighed and stood. Looking down at Mitchell. His legs were out in front of him, and he appeared as if he were recovering from a bender. It would have been cute if Seryn hadn't known the truth behind Mitchell's injuries.
"How about I try to help you stand?"
"You might hurt yourself."
"I have vampire strength and healing. I'm in a much better position than you are."
"Can you turn me into a vampire too, then?" Mitchell smirked in the way he did whenever he was teasing. Only Seryn had a feeling he was asking if it was possible.
"Vampires are born, not made. But if we bond, you'll heal faster and be a bit stronger. Your senses will be sharper."
"So, you had vampire parents?"
Seryn shrugged because he did not know how he came about. "Two people had sex, and I happened. And I'm only assuming that much. I know nothing else about my lineage."
Seryn wrapped his arms around Mitchell's waist. His legs screamed in protest as he lifted Mitchell, but it was short-lived. Once Mitchell got his legs underneath him, he did most of the work. They made it over to the bed where Seryn helped Mitchell lie down.
Mitchell breathed heavily as if he'd run a marathon. And like before, he had to catch his breath.
Seryn took off his coat finally and put it in the chair before making his way over to the bed again. He wasn't sure of his welcome. Maybe Mitchell didn't want Seryn plastered all over him. He could need space. And with his injuries, Seryn wasn't sure where to lie without hurting him even if he were welcome.
"Come on, sweetheart." Mitchell patted the bed.
It was the only invitation he needed. Seryn climbed on the other side and under the covers. As soon as he was inside, Mitchell pulled him to his side.
"We just have to be mindful of the incision." Mitchell whispered and kissed the top of his head.
Seryn knew where the incision was and wouldn't come close to it.
"Tell me what makes the visions stop," Mitchell asked.
Seryn had to think about it because he knew what Mitchell meant, but he wasn't getting it completely right. And he didn't know if he wanted to be so honest. He didn't know if he wasready to admit the thing that actually worked, even to himself. "They don't stop. But they don't compile onto each other. So, I'll have one. Like right now. I'm having one, but I can still be in the moment because it's in the background. When they just come, it's like having a bunch of movies playing all at once. It's loud in here sometimes." Seryn tapped his head.
"That's good to know. Now answer my question." When Mitchell got all commanding and gave Seryn his Daddy voice, Seryn melted a little. His vision disappeared. His body relaxed and all he could think about was doing what Daddy said.
"You help. Your presence."
"It's more than that." So, Mitchell had figured something out. Even if he didn't know everything.
If he gave up control in that moment and Mitchell rejected him later on, it would wreck him. But Mitchell was his mate. It was a chance he needed to take. "I don't have to think. Or make choices. I just do what you tell me. When you take care of me and say I'm doing something right, my brain feels better."
Mitchell didn't respond for a long time. Before Seryn had thought that was because Mitchell hadn't wanted to give him a negative answer, but Seryn realized while they were on the floor that Mitchell needed to process the information.
