33 Apocalypse Avenue, Friday Morning, 1/11/13

[bitten_notshy]

Exactly one year before (and 110 years, a continent, and a universe away) Jack had been waking up in a hospital bed to a world that would never smell or sound exactly the same way to him again

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[not_a_whiner]

"...God, that is so twentieth century."

Kaidan hadn't meant to interrupt Jack's TV-watching, weird as it might've been. But sometimes his mouth got the better of him if he saw something out of the ordinary (or... a particularly bathroom-tile-like floor), and the special effects on this...

Okay, 'out of the ordinary' might be charitable. It was enough to make him stop halfway into the room, though.

[bitten_notshy]

"I know," Jack said, after the seconds it took him to get away from woe-is-me and into an acceptable conversational mood. (In fact he didn't know, but he understood what Kaidan meant; the show looked pretty cheap.) "It's slander against my kind, too. I should start writing letters."

[not_a_whiner]

"Maybe it's a blessing in disguise," Kaidan offered. "I mean, they'd be running around looking for a werewolf that looks like, well, that. And, uh." Beat. "I don't know the show. I'm sure there's some way you can use it."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack smiled a little. "What not to do, maybe," he suggested, gesturing to the torrid graveyard embrace on the screen. "For example, I'm almost certain it'd be a bad idea to fall in love with someone who was sworn to kill me. Those things never end well."