By this age, if his life hadn't been interrupted by multidimensional travel, Blaine would have been an adoptive father himself. He had the memories of it because of a strange time traveling body switch in Exsilium. That was why he had been so angry those many years ago after his embrace. Any hopes of going home were dashed after his transformation. He was no longer human and the more he changed from how he'd been back in Atlanta, back home, the more he feared he would never be able to go back even if he did truly die.
So now Matthew kept his own adopted son and Blaine could only stare into space and wonder if he would create his own surrogate family. He had a lover, a comrade in arms, but his Family was so small. No blood family was here, or wouldn't be for a hundred years. No Org Family. No Clarice.
Joslin was up and away as soon as his brain clicked on. It was always an immediate thing from Blaine's experience. There was no groggy, slow rising wave of wakefulness. It was nothing and then everything. His eyes focused on the Russian knowing that expression was probably the one he had leveled at Matthew. Angry, pained, shocked, pleading.
"I came back too hungry to control myself and you were the first person I saw." Blaine answered softly, resisting the urge to flick his eyes towards Matthew with consternation. "I would have felt guiltier letting you stay dead than changing you, so I embraced you."
He reached up to run a hand through his hair and let his eyes search the other man's face. It was the simplest explanation and some of the guilt and grief he felt about it played in the line of his mouth and corners of his eyes.
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So now Matthew kept his own adopted son and Blaine could only stare into space and wonder if he would create his own surrogate family. He had a lover, a comrade in arms, but his Family was so small. No blood family was here, or wouldn't be for a hundred years. No Org Family. No Clarice.
Joslin was up and away as soon as his brain clicked on. It was always an immediate thing from Blaine's experience. There was no groggy, slow rising wave of wakefulness. It was nothing and then everything. His eyes focused on the Russian knowing that expression was probably the one he had leveled at Matthew. Angry, pained, shocked, pleading.
"I came back too hungry to control myself and you were the first person I saw." Blaine answered softly, resisting the urge to flick his eyes towards Matthew with consternation. "I would have felt guiltier letting you stay dead than changing you, so I embraced you."
He reached up to run a hand through his hair and let his eyes search the other man's face. It was the simplest explanation and some of the guilt and grief he felt about it played in the line of his mouth and corners of his eyes.