[ Daniel gets it, he really gets it - that was him, after all. He had almost forgotten all the circumstances around being bitted, lost to drugs and time, but he'd still craved it so bad for fifty years, fallen right back into offering his neck up when he came here. It feels as good as any drug. If he stopped to think about it, he might even actually feel kinda guilty, when as a human he'd been so concerned about Koby falling into addiction to the other substances on offer here.

He doesn't really stop to think about it. Can still taste Koby's blood in his mouth, little fragments of life that aren't enough to form a coherent picture - rowing, or kissing someone, or a deep and sudden sadness - it's hard to get a full biography without draining a human. Brushes across his mind to make sure he isn't too anguished, and then just lets his hand rest warm and heavy at the nape of Koby's neck. ]

Yeah. I really needed that, and you took it like a champ. So thanks.

[ His own restless energy has stabilized somewhat, and he draws Koby in closer, takes his weight easily. Not thinking too hard about that, either. ]

Once we get out of here, I'll get you some water.

[ Though he doesn't imagine that will happen before sunrise, so it will probably be in that dawning light where he's about to pass out but hasn't yet. Until then, the best aftercare he can offer is just this, closeness and soft affirmations. ]