Valentine threw his head back and laughed. "I just need to eat properly and drink lots of blood. I will be perfectly fine in no time."
Draven turned his head to stare at him. A bit hesitant, he lifted his hand and gently ruffled Valentine's hair, half smiling in the process. "That will be…nice."
Valentine blinked, raising his eyes to stare at him. Never before had Draven sat so close to him, talk of even patting his head on nor ruffling his hair. Was something the issue? He can't tell what it was, but he'd smelt some kind of change in him—something quite unfamiliar.
"Draven…you seem…different?"
Draven was silent, Just gazing at him. "Different?"
"Mhm hm." Valentine nodded. "You seem a bit more…expressive and less emotionless, I'm not sure."
Draven retracted his head and crossed his legs, resting his back against the sofa. "I suppose so. I can feel the change too."
