"He's handsome. He has the most beautiful eyes." And the nicest smile, the best laugh. He loved even his sighs and his freckles and there was nothing he didn't love about him. Especially right now, when he was terrified he'd never see him again. That he'd fail to save him.

He looked at the bees and waved sadly at them, then started walking next to Taliesin through the forest. With the stake in his hand. Life had been strange, as of late. "The vampire is called Lazar. I don't know the other names. I think there's around six of them... And Lazar said he's over two thousand years old."

What did he know? He did talk about being at the crucifixion.