"Oh yes!" the vampire in question answered cheerfully, having taken up a stoney stance behind the pair of them, arms now folded across his chest. He\'d been glaring hatefully at the place where the mortal was touching his twin but, with his overbright words, he\'d looked up at Chase instead, a sweet grin gracing his lips. He expected that he\'d be looked at, after interrupting them, and he wanted to look just right when that happened.
"I\'ll be with you both every step of the way," he added brightly, his gaze now switching to take in his brother\'s profile, knowing that he would see the glittering quality of his expression, if he cared to look. Matt was blocking him in every other way that he was able (not that he was very effective at overcoming their sire-fledgling bond). It was killing him, seeing Will touching someone else when he rejected him - violently, in fact, if recent events were to be taken into consideration. He was supposed to love him, not treat him like this, with this much disrespect.
A whirring, spinning, flying thing had been released in Matt\'s breast, like a child\'s chair-o-plane toy swinging tiny little seats around his chest cavity, making him feel lost, off-centre and completely out of control. Fair enough if Will rejected him - he didn\'t like it, but he accepted it until such time as he\'d be able to convince his twin to accept him completely, whether it took a week or a century - but not for this. If he wasn\'t allowed to touch his other half then no-one else should be able to, either.
The helpless sensation of having something wildly swirling at his core, sending him off-kilter, was skewing his judgment but he was determined to fake it and just smile along so that the other two didn\'t know the depths of his despair... and smile he did.