Vlad looked down at the boy, his expression lacking the sympathy and outrage that any other person would have expressed at such a horrendous display. He was lucky to be alive, and would probably remain that way because of his arrival. He'd probably spend a while in the hospital and might never fully recover, but that wasn't his concern. He didn't try to interfere as Max dragged him to his feet and knocked their heads together, because it was almost a relief when the boy finally fell unconscious.
"I was out for a walk," he said offhandedly, eyeing Max warily. The last time he'd seen him he looked nothing like this, bloodshot and reeking of whiskey - he looked more like some kind of ragged wild animal forced to scavenge for food in the city. With a pang Vlad realized that he'd never checked in with his friend after the full moon. Clearly whatever happened, it wasn't good. "Max... what happened to you? I know I should have checked on you after the full moon, and I apologize for that." With Helena being stabbed and everything else, it had just... slipped his mind. "What's wrong?"