He noted the other come to join him on the couch but he didn't look over, simply sat and listened as the other seemed to try to choose his words carefully. He didn't know what the other meant by being sustainable, or rather he understood but was unsure if it was always the case or if it was specifically because he wasn't feeding currently himself. He didn't bother asking though, it didn't really matter.<br/><br/>Listing to the other continue he simply nodded softly, he had more or less expected as much, but the words had still slipped from his mouth all the same. He felt the hand touch his shoulder, and hearing him ask why he had asked he simply shrugged, though rather than simply shirking off the touch he reached over and gently grasped the hem of the other's shirt silently, childishly...<br/><br/>"I don't really care... If you do. I don't care if you want all of it." He finally murmured, his voice rather soft. "You're strong enough to live this way, but I'm not." He added. How could he live like this? How did the other manage? Listening to how he'd been turned, at least the vague details, he didn't understand how he had simply come to accept this new life of his, though he didn't really doubt that it took quite some time. "I don't want to drink it but... But I'm going to wind up doing it either way, right...? And that... That scares me. I don't want to give in to that." He buried his face against his legs, momentarily allowing himself to be achingly vulnerable with the other. He couldn't trust others, he knew that, and he didn't trust the man beside him. But he was also so tired of trying to keep himself far away from everyone else. But of course, that was what got him here in the first place, that desire to just be close to<i>anyone</i>.