bloodandtitanium:

“Yeah, and so are you. We both are. That’s kind of the point I was trying to make.”

Erika spoke cooly as she continued to jot down her grocery list. At the very top of said list was fit, lean, fresh human. She was going to eat right this time, actually take the time to cook the meat and drain all the blood beforehand appropriately. After a moment of silence and writing down a few more various spices, Erika looked up. Her voice softened on it’s own accord. 

“I mean it, though. I’m sorry, okay? Like I said, I never knew. …I don’t like to fight, not with you.”

Silence was always loud at times like these. Apologies were just another word for awkward and uncomfortable. Add them to the list of things Dylan was no good at. 

Another few seconds past when Erika was done speaking; Dylan searched or the words to respond. He was angry and that wasn’t going anywhere, but the past couple days without speaking to Erika had been somehow lacking. He just didn’t know how to push past that anger the way she seemed to be able to do. 

“I don’t really know what to say,” he admitted, finally bringing his eyes up to meet hers. “It’s not okay and I’m not going to say it is. But you didn’t know and I fucked up too… Like you said. I shouldn’t have said shit about Kane. So… Sorry.”