I didn't mean what I said. About your nose and... the rest.

[ Hey, at least he remembers that. He'd started losing it then, his logical brain shutting down as his instincts and rage took over. It's not exactly an apology, but it's something. And he is hungry, he realizes. It's just weird. Maybe it took him longer to realize because it's a different kind of hunger. The pull to drink blood happens in his skin, like an itch and a headache rather than just a grumble in his stomach. Of course, Eli's always had trouble keeping to meals when he's distracted, so it's no huge surprise. ]

Are you sure? [ I mean, shit, Eli's the one with a bleeding neck wound but he still feels kinda bad. He reaches up to hold Ezra though, wrapping his arms around his middle to lean on him. His fangs still haven't retracted, he feels weak and tired and a little bit guilty. Sure, Ezra was trying to get a rise out of him, but he could have been a little more mature and not fallen for it. ] You keep having to take care of me.