[He wishes that Roman could just leave well enough alone. This is hard enough as is. Watching him and having that cold, cold fear wrapped around his heart.]

The wound should heal. If it doesn't...

[His blue eyes are slightly glassy, his eyelashes a little damp as he reaches out, touches fingers to Roman's cheek. Sure, he's being a pussy fucking idiot. But he cares. Cares too much, more than he even realized. Fear, in some cases, can be catalyzing.]

The Bite doesn't always take. Sometimes, sometimes people die. It, uh, looks a lot like Tetanus.

[A pause, a breath, fingers almost clutching against skin.]

I'm not gonna lose you.