[It's unfair how quickly the teasing atmosphere can evaporate in this warmth. Oz only casts the slightest of glances to his wrist and the careful way that Gilbert holds it. He's long since pushed his anxieties out of his own mind. What good would it do Oz to worry about having vileblood in his veins? That word is a part of him now and that used to horrify him. Gilbert lifting the lid on those feelings should unleash a torrent of anger or something, right? But instead, Oz is able to smile and look at those feelings with calm.
He looks back to his friend's face and shakes his head.]
The opposite. It numbs my body. Sometimes I can't feel anything.
[Oz offers to lower his hand and dismiss the topic. He doesn't want to rain on their reunion parade.]
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He looks back to his friend's face and shakes his head.]
The opposite. It numbs my body. Sometimes I can't feel anything.
[Oz offers to lower his hand and dismiss the topic. He doesn't want to rain on their reunion parade.]
But I'm alright now. It's just blood.