It felt like a burst of electricity beneath her fingers, as the adrenaline made its way through his veins and brought him back to life. Lane watched with concern heave in her eyes, and though it was now clear he was high as a kite, she got the feeling that she should not ignore the words he said next. In the short time they had known each other, she felt as if part of his behavior was purposeful. The smoke and mirrors act was one he used to keep those around him at bay, just far enough they could not come in too close, or see too much. As he wobbled, Lane moved quickly to provide him with support.<br/><br/><i>You're going to be mine, you know that? </i>That phrase rattled around in her head as he faltered and stepped away from her, toward the bathroom. Lane had the strange sensation of seeing herself like an animal about to step in a trap, but then she realized the trap had already locked itself around her leg. Her own words, spoken in desperation, had talked of a future together. She had already alluded to the fact that she thought of him like a boyfriend. Like<i>her</i>boyfriend. When he came back out of the bathroom, the words he spoken only served to further compound her confusion.<i>I'm going to fall in love with you.</i><br/><br/>Lane knew he could not see the future. She knew he was high and he certainly looked as as if he had been beaten to all Hell after tapping into her power, but she also knew his words were heavy with the truth he felt about them. This was not just the games from the night before, meant to put her off guard and tease out her limits. The stakes had just risen and Lane now had a problem, because she knew the same to be true from her side.<br/><br/>She was going to fall in love with him.<br/><br/>A little voice in the back of her head tried to warn her, because it knew as well what was on the horizon, but it also seemed to see passed it. Whether it was his penchant for dabbling in dark forces, his apparent morphine problem or something else, the little voice echoed what she had thought but added something to it.<i>You're going to fall in love with him, and then he is going to break your heart. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in 6 months, but someday. Someday he won't be able to help himself or stop himself.</i><br/><br/>The thought almost felt external to her, as if some old grandmother was kindly trying to warn Lane away from what she was about to do next.<br/><br/>"You're not fine, and of course I'm staying. At this point, I think I may have to stay the night just to make sure you don't slip into another fit like that..." She answered him. Then Lane tapped into a little bit of that strength that had come with his "science" experiment. "Now, sit down. I'll get the food and then you're going to tell me what you just did and what you've taken All of it. No side-stepping, no gesturing vaguely." Her voice was firm and strong. For the first time since they had met, Lane felt like she had her feet under her. Her eyes were as firm as her words as she looked at him, she wondered if he was the sort to find an angry or frustrated woman attractive.<br/><br/>Lane left him there, near the table and went to the kitchen to get the food he had prepared. She dished out two plates and then returned to him, despite the fact that her appetite seemed to have evaporated. "Maybe getting some food in your stomach will help..."