Ryah shrugged, fingers flying over the keyboard. He vaguely recalled one of his cousins working in a lab in the hospital, or maybe it was his cousin's girlfriend or something. A lab tech or maybe a doctor.<br/><br/>How was he supposed to answer?<i> I feel like I ruined your life, sorry? </i>It hardly seemed adequate though it was true. There Drake had been, minding his own business, living his life, leaving well with alone and then Ryah had gone barging in and upended his entire world. He'd basically thrown an entire coven of assholes into Drake's world.<br/><br/>Charlie always did say his temper and stubbornness was going to get him into a pile of shit one day.<br/><br/>Well, apparently one day was here. And it wasn't just a pile, it was a damned mountain.<br/><br/>"It's my fault Phin is after you. Us. Whatever," he replied, though it was really Charlie's fault. Or rather, Jackson's, if one were keeping track. "I uprooted your entire life when I shouldn't have. It's the least I could do...and... Well, you've shown me there's more to you than just the you-know."<br/><br/>The bloodthirst. The savagery. The cruelty and killing. The drinking blood.<br/><br/>Before long, his phone went off and he checked it before buzzing someone in. Pizza, finally. There was a knock at the door and soon, his apartment was filled with the scent of pizza, of cheese, ham, pepperoni and pineapple. It was a little strange, having it with coffee but Ryah was too hungry to care.<br/><br/>"There's not much to do but I can put on a movie," he offered.