Oh god, what if he eats Bruce? It was just a joke, something he’d meant as a goofy attempt to divert attention away from his panic. But now it’s apparently real, though not in the brain-eating way, and that’s just not okay. He can’t eat Bruce. Eating Bruce is bad. He’s not thinking about potential gamma radiation and becoming a hulked-out vampire, though, he’s just thinking that eating his boyfriend would be terrible and tragic and he’s not going to do it.

“Uh uh. No.” He shakes his head so vigorously he wonders if it’s possible to give himself whiplash. “No. It’s not okay. It’s not okay that I’m some kind of monster thing that’s going to eat the town!”

There’s hysteria entering his voice and fuck, now he’s turning into a hysterical vampire. Taking a deep breath, he lets Bruce pull his hands away from his mouth. “How about removing them? Can you do that? Surgery? Just cut them out. My teeth. I can’t eat the town if I don’t have teeth, right?”