[as if Izzy doesn't do anything. As if Izzy's a fucking leech. He takes the blood even though a part of him doesn't want to and when it's done, when it's gone, he leans back, licking his lip, looking up at Ed and saying:]
We done here then?
[because if Edward can't appreciate him, he can well find someone who can.]
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We done here then?
[because if Edward can't appreciate him, he can well find someone who can.]