Eric cast a glance around the home, their home, and took better note of the condition. "It looks kind of like where I'm staying now, actually," the hybrid replied, unfazed. "But I appreciate the gesture." He did. It was nice to know Macklyn had been trying to get it back in to livable condition. "I'll help if you want, it's only fair." He would take the task on if his mate needed the help, any excuse to continue to be in that overwhelmingly comforting presence.
His eyes followed Macklyn's grams as the man moved past the shadows and in to the kitchen. Drawn by the motion, Eric followed suit. It felt wrong being apart still. It wasn't right in the sense that it felt false and robotic, but he sat in the offered chair anyway and leaned back some against it for support. His legs stretched out some, as if they felt stiff and he needed to free them from the weight, before he let himself settle and relax.
Eric shrugged at the next part, his eyes finding Macklyn's and holding the gaze, "I'm better right now than I have been in a long time. But I've been trying to maintain some semblance of togetherness in spite of everything. And consuming regular blood just doesn't do justice to the real thing. It's not quite as potent, so I lack the same energy and life id normally have," Eric explained, "And I've had a lot of time to myself to make sure I was keeping up appearances." He sighed, but his heart was racing, "It's been hard without you. Miserable. Every time I tried to sleep it was restless and unsettling, and each day was like dying over and over again. Nothing meant anything. You're right, it is a fib. It's a lie. Nothing that I'm doing right now means anything without you."