"Distance." The word is slightly slurred from fangs too large for his mouth right now, the ache to sink into something almost overwhelming and making it difficult for him to focus on much else.

"Or something to feed on," the parasite adds, a harsh bark of laughter that's far from amused coming from it.

"Hard to resist, huh, D? That heartbeat so close? All that fresh, hot blood right there for the taking--"

"Shut up."