Blaine's lips thinned at Joslin's words but he didn't cut him off or refute it. It was true that he should have stayed dead, but they were both manipulated and knew it. At least when Blaine had been embraced Lucchi had been fully aware of what he was doing. There was no guilt. No regret. It had been purposeful.

The hand that had been at the back of Joslin's head forcing it down lightened. Fingers gently stroked the sandy hair as the hand moved away and Blaine stood up. He took a few steps back and ran a hand through his hair while trying to control the emotions on his face. You weren't supposed to damn me.

A couple more steps and Blaine flopped back down on the couch. He let his head fall to rest on the back of the couch and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before he focused back on Joslin. His face had settled into displeased but his guilt and regret were tucked away. "And now what's next in your design?" he asked softly, watching Joslin pull himself together and preparing for whatever the fledgling might try next.