He's torn between acquiescing to ignoring the request, the latter a stronger impulse than the former, wanting to touch him, wanting to see what his skin tastes like and drown in the smell of him, and wanting all of it now, impatient and hungry, though not for blood, not like Mohinder. That, perhaps, is why his thoughts keep wandering away from worrying about what he might have done to himself with that little vial of the vampire's blood; it's not enough to keep him from wondering about his apparently crumbling hold on Nathan's form, however.
He steps back, euphoria muted for the time being and only vaguely, and fishes the keys to his personal car out of his pocket, dangling them in front of Matt. "Maybe you're right about needing an hour or two."
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Date: 2011-12-17 09:58 pm (UTC)He steps back, euphoria muted for the time being and only vaguely, and fishes the keys to his personal car out of his pocket, dangling them in front of Matt. "Maybe you're right about needing an hour or two."