There was something in what Tim said. It inspired dread and a tightness in his chest that he didn't want to think about. Because there WAS no one else. He wanted to make Tim understand, but when he tried to sort it out, all he could think about was the rush of Tim's pulse. It threatened to overwhelm him, drowning out his very thoughts. Before he could stop himself, one hand was pulling his hat off and the other wrapping around the back of Tim's neck, having closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. He looked just like he did every time he was finally ready to bite, lips parted eyes downcast so Tim couldn't see how unnatural they were. But he didn't go for the throat. His fangs weren't even out. Instead, his lips crashed against Tim's lips. It was all he could do to stop himself from biting him again. Or so he told himself.