His roommate had taken him off guard with how easy he was to talk to. He had expected something different, perhaps he'd heard far too many rumors about wolves. It was easy to make bad assumptions when he'd been spoon fed horror stories ever since he'd been changed. Werewolves were temperamental and dirty. They hated all vampires and treated them with utmost disrespect. Blah, blah, blah.
"Yes, I believe that's all I really need to set down."
When the other boy asked about what had brought him here, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of discomfort. He remembered Ivan, his blond hair and his gray eyes. He remembered how they'd fallen in love but how seretive they had been throughout their relationship. How Valentino hadn't wanted his parents to know that he had fallen for a boy. The strange shame that he had felt in having to tell Ivan that.
He hadn't realized that there were much worse things to have to hide from his parents than a boyfriend. He hadn't realized anything until Ivan had sunk his fangs into his throat. It had scared him, he had started to panic almost instantly and yet Ivan had been so gentle. He'd been so kind that it had been shocking in itself.
The change had been tough on him, struggling with a strange feeling of betrayal. He didn't feel like he was allowed to be angry about it, but after some time, he'd realized that it was some violation of trust. He hadn't given him permission to initiate the change, he hadn't even known. They had an explosive argument when he finally brought it up.
Thinking about it, it made his fists clench. He kept his tone even, light almost. "My ex-boyfriend changed me, I wasn't down with it and we broke up. It was all very messy. What about you?"