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"Never seen you around here," the man laughed, folding his arms across his chest, "you got a name?". Kevin didn't know how to react. Nobody spoke to him like this - he was so used to fading into the background, getting his job done and going home. Most people knew him, and most people brushed him off.

Going out of your comfort zone has its benefits.

Maybe it was the head on those shoulders of his, or how easily he talked to people, or that he was everything Kevin wished he was. Charismatic, respected, but still feared - Kevin was never an envious man, but he always found himself wishing he was a little more like him.

Or maybe he was just too nice.

Nothing hurts more than showing kindness and compassion to those who will never return it.

"Do you love me?" He seemed to jump at Calloway's words. The saddest thing was that Byrne didn't even know if he could truthfully say yes.

"Yes."

"Then why don't you act like it?"

[AU] Calloway finally confronts the man that he's meant to love after months and months of what felt like neglect.

"There's no doubt that I deserve what's coming to me," Byrne spat, eerily calm in a situation like this - as if he'd anticipated its coming, "but do they?".

Calloway paused, pistol in his gloved hand unmoving. He seemed to be rigid in his position as he aimed at the alien.

"Who are they?" The blond muttered, eyes trained on Byrne.

Calloway's lust for revenge against the man that killed him 200 years ago is challenged by Byrne himself.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Draven grinned at Konstantin, holding his stare for a few more moments before dismissively waving at the other. "Yeah, yeah, all good, babe." He laughed, fortunately not noticing Konstantin wince at the... 'Affectionate' nickname.

A young Draven's tendency to overindulge in drinks leads to a confession neither of them had ever expected.

"Do you ever think, like, about us?"

Konstantin almost recoiled in shock at the other's words. It had been near silent save for their rhythmic breathing for God knows how long; he had even forgotten Draven was laying there.

"What do you mean?" Konstantin mumbled, eyes flicking towards the other man, who was laid on his side, staring at him intently.

Konstantin always had his doubts, and Draven was always there to comfort him.

Lysander hadn't even noticed the disgusting black liquid that covered his clothes, his hands, his face. This isn't what he wanted.

He didn't mean to do this.

He felt like a fucking animal.

In the aftermath of Calloway's death, Lysander is left alone to deal with becoming the one thing he feared the most.