All these years and Matthew still couldn't really believe that Blaine was real. Yes, they'd had their share of fights and there was no doubt that over the years to follow, they would find themselves in some more, but the man's capacity to understand amazed him.

Matthew started into his glass and stayed silent. Joslin was the one that deserved the explanation, if he was willing to hear it.

It took about five of the longest minutes Matthew had felt in a while before Joslin popped back into life. Popped was the best word, as the smaller man launched himself off the couch as soon as his consciousness awoke. Instantly his fangs were out, grey eyes dilated and wild as they bounced between the men, and took in where they were.

"What... what have you done to me?" he half snarled, half pleaded at Blaine.