Dustin winced and whimpered but watched her. He trusted her. He didnâ€™t mind her biting him. She didnâ€™t try to hurt him. He felt her take then put back. Whining and cried a bit as the audible sounds of bones crunching back into place and mending together again could be heard. He whined and whimpered but didnâ€™t complain. He watched too as it started to heal. It healed fast for a human. He just assumed it was because of her vampire saliva. He didnâ€™t know it had anything to do with the fact he was like a human vampire. Without the need for blood but it explained his fascination with watching himself bleed instead of just bleeding like most cutters. He whimpered and just laid there. Closing his eyes. He was tired. Very tired.<br/><br/>â€œI thought it was because of your vampire saliva that I healed so fast...â€ he said in a sleepy voice. â€œI donâ€™t know...â€ He said with a yawn. Opening his eyes and blinking at her. â€œI donâ€™t know how I did that. I just got mad...and it happened.â€ he said honestly. Closing his eyes. â€œVines of shadows...that is an interesting power.â€ He said with a sleepy voice. He closed his eyes. Letting her push up his shirt. Letting out a soft chuckle giggle sound as she kissed by his belly button. That had tickled. He then shivered as she kissed up to his lips. Holding her to him and pushed down his shirt. Kissing her back and then just nuzzled her neck.<br/><br/>â€œHe canâ€™t help but cut. He struggles really hard even though at times it kills and hurts him inside not to cut so much. He doesnâ€™t like being the cause of your tears.â€ He said in a half asleep voice. â€œHe thought you were a strange woman for staring when you first met. Even stranger for talking to him and asking his name. Then he wondered why you were talking so much to him in such an energetic and happy voice.â€ He smiled a goofy smile. â€œHe thought you were a bit loopy for wasting your time on him. Yet...he kinda deep, deep, deep down liked that somebody noticed him...for even just a moment.â€<br/><br/>He yawned a bit. â€œHe is sorry...he canâ€™t always be the guy you want. That he canâ€™t always be like now. That he is so terrified of touches...that he makes you hurt and ache to do so.â€ He said softly. He was started to get slower more even breaths. â€œCan you guess...what age I am? I am the age he was...before touches became terrifying and evil. When he still hoped touches were positive.â€ He yawned a bit. â€œHe had thought he loved a girl before. Let her touch him when she had him drunk. Yet told her daddy he was the bad one. She broke his heart...took his innocence from him. Just added to why he thought touches were evil and he had no right to happiness.â€ He sighed. â€œThen he met you...spent time with you. He realized...he hadnâ€™t really loved her. For he loved you and it was an even greater warmer feeling than he had ever felt before.â€ He snuggled her more. â€œHe is happy he met you...just sad he brings you hurt.â€