_{There was a point when the mind couldn’t take more pain and retreated deep within, through doors and steel reinforcements until the madness abated, and he was calm. He sat in the place where he used to escape when Mikael came for him, and as always, a large white wolf sat with him. The vampire lust and drive all but gone. “I don’t know how you were able to find me here but - perhaps company wouldn’t be so bad…”}

He wouldn’t apologize to his brother.

But he’d apologize to his son.

While no one saw how he was to Marcel - 

He never wished that kind of pain on the child he saved.

“Ignore the screaming.”

“Tick-tock, Love. It would be wise if you state why you’re sniffing around my home.”

And by home, he meant the entire city of New Orleans.