"It is not the same," Matthew insisted with a sharp look to his lover. This was the heart of the issue that forced Matt to have him turned, because it wasn't enough to remember them. The ache in his chest was far to heavy for him to bear again.

It felt like Blaine's assertion to the Russian had more heart in it somehow, and the fact that he couldn't readily identify why or what that was built a slow burning fury. Perhaps because, after going through it again and being judged by someone who wasn't his victim, he had started to feel guilty, somewhere inside.

Jos pushed to his knees, limbs trembling in the space between his push back and his push up, standing to his full, unimpressive height. Matthew rose with him. He wished he couldn't blame Blaine, but the wound, the betrayal from them both was too fresh.

"There is no adjusting to being an abomination," he said, staring at Matt stubbornly, chin jutted out like a proud little boy.

"You know that's not what we are," Matthew cautioned darkly.