gray is always bothering me. i've learned to just deal with it. but no.... that's not why i'm asking. [ xander's lips are slightly parted as if he was about to speak, but nothing came out. nothing except for a shaky exhale. his bottom lip is caught between the razor variants that were his fangs, the punctures painting his lip a deep crimson. he eventually gathered enough courage to speak, his throat tightening. ] i just wanna be alone with you. away from everyone.