Ahem. Anyway, he seems to be okay. Lavinia is here too (nagging me about eating!), and Rolf's coming over to have a look at him in the morning. We've been to hospital already. Abby gave him my blood and that all worked out just fine. He says he's feeling better and Rolf said that that might even slow down the progress of this thing, me being all...immortal or whatnot. Let's hope. His head and side does look better, though I don't know if that's me wanting it to be... We'll make sure he's taken care of and he gets to get the hell out of here soon. Not that I want him gone, but I know you know what I mean.
I also wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened between you and Thomas. And I know you probably would never have thought about it, but sometimes our emotions do funny things, and I get weird every time Dietrich mentions Aly's name... I wanted to make sure you know that I am certainly not going to do anything untoward with Thomas. And I wanted to make sure you were okay with the sort of...flirty, touchyness of us. It's nothing more than being very comfortable with each other. Whatever we might have been to each other, we've always been best friends first. And I honestly believe that you and Thomas (and Mary and Thomas) are made for each other in ways that he and I never were. And I trust you know what it means to have me say that. I love you, Adrian. And if I can help you with anything, let me know, alright? And I'll watch over your Thomas for you. You have my word.