“Foxx…” his friend rasped, voice wavering.
“Alastair…she was dying. So many around us had already died. I…couldn’t do nothing. I couldn’t let her die,” Foxx said softly.
His friend’s hand threaded through his hair, the man pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “What were you thinking? You hate children… I’d much rather you be selfish and live.”
He pulled back. “So people keep reminding me,” he said with an irritated sigh. “Look, I made a choice, and I don’t regret it.”
He didn’t… Because he was positive that…Melody wouldn’t have survived if he hadn’t done what he did.
“Come stay with me while you are healing. I’ll take care of you.”
Despite how shitty Foxx was feeling all around, he found himself laughing at, really, just the absurdity of the suggestion. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am!” the vampire cried. “I’m your friend, so let me take care of you!”
“I’d prefer not to live on sweets, or potentially be poisoned by whatever you attempt to feed me.”
“I’m…not…that…” Alastair trailed off, before finally conceding to the fact that he couldn’t fucking cook. “Well, we can just order in. No big deal.”
“Mmm, let me think about that…takeout versus homemade meals…” Foxx paused for but a moment before saying, “No, I think I’ll stay here.”
“‘It’ cooks?”
It? He eyed the man, nose wrinkling. “Are you trying to get Harlow to shoot you? Because, let me assure you now, he will.”
“Fine!” Alastair huffed, before rephrasing his previous question. “Thehumancooks?”
Foxx rolled his eyes. “Yes. Thehumancooks. He is…taking care of me. Really, Alastair, he is. I’m okay here.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it, because Harlow has been. Just as he did when I was injured the time before this. Harlow’s been surprisingly…great through…everything… I don’t know what I’d have done without him…” Foxx trailed off, thinking about everything.
Harlow really had been great, before and now…which…
Foxx frowned, nibbling his bottom lip as he really thought over all Harlow had done. Despite being an asshole…Harlow…was a pretty good guy…
Eyes widening at the thought, his heart started to pick up pace, as heat spread across his cheeks.
Harlow…a good guy?! Had he really just thought that?!
* * *
When Foxx grew quiet,Alastair’s eyes narrowed. The smaller vampire was frowning, completely zoned out.
Alastair glared at the stark white bandage on Foxx’s cheek… Ugh, why couldn’t Foxx just quit this horrible job?
“He’s been great, huh?”
Foxx blinked. And quickly said, “Yes.”
The man glanced up, before his gaze flicked away quickly, eyes avoiding his. But it hadn’t been quick enough. Alastair had seen the confusion…the uncertainty…
What the fuck was going on? How had him mentioningthathuman brought on this reaction? Wait…was that a… His eyes narrowed further as he stared at Foxx’s cheeks.
Oh shit…Foxx was blushing. No, no, no, absolutely not! Alastair refused to let some grubby psycho human get his hands on his baby—a middle aged human at that!
He winced when Foxx’s expression twisted slightly. Fuck, Foxx had that stupid, confused doe look on his face. His friend hadn’t even realized his feelings yet.
