"I never said I planned on changing," Kieran said easily. He would have been shocked if Ishmael was actually surprised to see Kieran killing himself slowly, so there were no real stakes to this, or ill-will in his tone. There was probably a point to this conversation, sooner or later - he had never talked to Ishmael and not had the vampire want something. The only thing was that this time he had no fucking idea what the desire was.
"We can still be old friends," Kieran said. He took a sip of his whiskey. "But - well, you know." He didn't want to say it out loud. He didn't even want to allude to it out loud. The scales were fully out of balance and anything Kieran said could jostle them. While Ishmael always could have ruined his life - this time, it was different, because Kieran could not see the outcome.
"We can still be old friends," Kieran said. He took a sip of his whiskey. "But - well, you know." He didn't want to say it out loud. He didn't even want to allude to it out loud. The scales were fully out of balance and anything Kieran said could jostle them. While Ishmael always could have ruined his life - this time, it was different, because Kieran could not see the outcome.