Blenner's Apartment, Late Monday Afternoon [7/23]

[noapte_denoapte]

After the incident in Blackadder's office, or rather ex-office, Blenner had returned home. And, if he had cut a... noticeable figure as he'd strode through the streets of Milieux, dripping plant matter with the apocalypse burning in his eyes, Blenner was beyond caring.

He'd gone home, scrubbed himself raw, paced, called Walter, and paced some more

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[walter_n_wires]

Walter got the message and ran, not walked to Blenner's home. His tone was not one Walter was accustomed to hearing from the vampire and he could not help but expect the worst, although his imagination was having difficulty conjuring just what the worst would be.

With the keys that Vlad had given him, he didn't bother knocking, just let himself in and went directly to his lover when he spied him on the sofa.

"What happened?"

[noapte_denoapte]

When Vlad had made that phone call, his only thought had been that of having Walter with him.

He hadn't considered that Walter would want to know why. That he would likely have to explain what had happened. All he'd known was that, right there and then, he'd needed Walter with him.

So...

"Are you thirsty?"

Walter's heartbeat seemed to indicate that he'd been running. Under other cirucmstances, that thought would have left Vlad feeling rather pleased.

[walter_n_wires]

Walter paused, taken aback by the unrelated question.

He waved it aside. "Later. What happened?"

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad shook his head and stood, taking Walter's arm to lead him into the kitchen.

"Come make yourself some tea. I'll tell you."

Not having Walter staring at him the would time would make telling easier.