Bill was a bit worried, to be honest. He worried about Emil being okay with David and vice versa (especially after the conversation he had had with David about Emil). He worried about what a key meant, though he was positive that it was only for booty calls. Maybe he and David should just stick to friends with benefits. After all, no matter how much he liked the vampire, he certainly didn't want to become one, and he was sure that his brother hadn't wanted to become one, either. Now look at where he was. Or wasn't, Bill should say, not having seen him in over a year.
"Um, I don't…" he started, fidgeting his ankle a bit before realizing he was doing so and stopping. "I don't want you to think that I don't like you anymore and I still want you to feed from me sometimes. I don't want that to change because of him."
Well, that really wasn't his only worry, but he was hoping that he was wrong. He couldn't handle drinking blood for all eternity, watching the people around him grow old and die, never tasting delicious food and coffee again. He liked David a lot….but he couldn't handle being a vampire, and that was practically a given if he and David ever actually got serious. Then again, he was probably over thinking things again. He did that, sometimes.