He was still sitting curled up when the man went upstairs, he didn't want to look at him and was relieved that he didn't try to talk to him again. However, just as he heard the footsteps reach the top of the stairs he recalled what he had meant to do before accidentally falling asleep. He winced slightly, he hadn't really wanted the man to see that, he didn't want anyone knowing what was going on in his head. Still, he figured that maybe... Maybe the man would just go to his room and then he could creep up and clean up... That was doable, so he listened closely for a door to shut.<br/><br/>Instead, he felt his stomach churn as the man returned downstairs, and soon the plier were tossed on the table before him. He bristled as the man called him an idiot, glaring up at him. "So what? What's so wrong with it?" He snapped, it wasn't like he was hurting anyone else. "What do you care anyway? You're just a freak! Going out looking like a human and then rushing to..." He trailed off, he didn't want to say it, it was disgusting to him. But it was something he'd given into as well, that thirst...<br/><br/>He didn't want to be that way... He didn't want to look like a monster every time he looked in the mirror. What if his eyes eventually turned color and wound up red like his? What if he became more of a monster over time? His fingers gripped the fabric of his pants so tightly at the thought that his knuckles went white. He wouldn't become any more of a monster, if his teeth grew back he'd rip them out again as many times as it took... He just wanted to be normal.