So very much had happened in such a short time, and it was all hitting her again.  A week ago she'd just been another college student, small apartment, lots of ramen for dinner, no boyfriend..  routines.  Now she was sharing a rather expensive home with a control freak centuries old vampire who'd kidnapped her...  and she'd grown to enjoy the sex, the possessiveness, even the utter strangeness of the relationship.  Now..  she was pained at the idea of it not working out somehow.  She wasn't worried about him -killing- her anymore..  but her death was problematic.<br/><br/>As she heard him in her head she sighed.  It was not a lack of desire to talk things all out with him, but more the unpredictability of her own thoughts and feelings, and an inability to articulate it properly.  As he came into the room she sighed, shifting and leaning her towel wrapped head against his shoulder.  "She'll try..  she's obviously..  got it bad.  Aside from the crazy..  why didn't it ...erm..  work with her?  I mean..  I don't even have a penis and I got a little wood looking at her.." she joked faintly, but there it was..that thread of insecurity.