"Don't get all philosophical," Alex rolled his eyes, "it's annoying."
Pride was pride in Alex's book. It didn't go that deep for him, but Alex had come to terms with the fact he was a pretty shallow person and so what that he was? Living with constant questions about human nature and psyche would drive anyone insane.
It didn't matter anyway. None of it did, not when Damon's long digits were twisting sublimely in Alex's hair, making is eyes fall shut and his mouth open, just slightly, to let out a breath.
"Oh, sure, rub it in," Alex said off-handedly, somewhere between this world and the one where only those fingers existed. He let out a little hum, then opened his eyes. "How do you get it?" he asked. "You know..." Blood.