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"Dylan...what happened last night?" 

He was struck dumb by the question, his mind reeling with images of the night before. They had gone to a club, they were following leads. He had drunk far more than he should have. But that was it - it just stopped after a certain point. "I don't know," he said honestly, holding his hands out in front of himself in an empty gesture of surrender. 

"Liar!" Lucy spat, the venom in his voice unlike anything Dylan had ever heard from the jokester. "You know what you did!" 

"I swear...Oh Aislin I swear!" Dylan took a step towards the bed, but Lucy scooted away from him, holding the blanket close to his chest. "Please don't do that. I'm not going to hurt you." 

"But you already have." His eyes were wide and terrified, looking about the room frantically, lingering only on the door and windows. The ways he could escape. Dylan sank to the ground, clutching the edge of the bed until his knuckles turned white. He stomach rolled as the implications hit him, and he leaned over and hurled onto the floor. 

"Please..." Lucy whispered, "let me go."

"I know, I know I didn't," Dylan babbled, drowning out the soft sobs that were coming from the bed. "I would never, I never have, I swear to Aislin and all the gods and everything that's good in this world."

"Don't lie," Tobias said from behind him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Dylan could feel the man's breath kissing his skin. It made no sense, but it felt so real.

"I am not you," Dylan begged, turning to look into Tobias' eyes. All the mirth was gone, the charming smile that Dylan had grown to love replaced by the coolest of stares. 

"Oh but you are, my love." Tobias reached down and cupped Dylan's chin with his hand, pulling his close. "Finally, we are the same."