â You donât owe me shit. â Cyrus chides in return , waving a ring bedecked hand as he continued organizing the bags. Itâs a simple act of familial love - he knows Blayze would do the same for him , so who the hell would he be to not ?? And then he looks up when he processes the statement beforehand , brown eyes finally looking back into those that match near identically as thereâs a raise of the eyebrows. Confusion. Temporary worry. â Wait - did you just say you told them ?? Holy he- youâre not , like , IN TROUBLE , are you ?? â But why would he be ?? Absolutely none of Blayzeâs situation was his fault. Cyrus could at least know thatâs where they differed , in his head - unlike him , his twin was an innocent. Someone who could truly be counted on to do no wrong , and do no harm. â Iâm hopinâ they werenât mad for long. Because - like - DUDE , youâve got every reason to not tell âem. â
Blayze felt lucky to have such a supportive twin â knowing that he would do anything for him. Cyrus does a lot, and without any of this the vampire might not have made it this far. It helps keep him healthy â which is all he could ask for. He whispers a few words, and a straw appearing out of nothing as he sticks it into the blood bag in his hand. He takes a sip out of it, feeling a little more ALIVE. He turns to look at those eyes â almost identical to his own. âMom took it better, but you know how she is. Sheâs protective so I donât know what sheâs going to do. Dad said I was lying to them all this time. He did hug me though because I started crying â so I donât know if Iâm in trouble or not.â Blayze didnât get a say in what happened to him, but he doesnât know what heâd do if his parents were mad with him. He doesnât want to be in trouble. âI know I should have told them, but I wasnât ready you know?â