[Sandalphon lets himself be led to bed and even tucked in, but he vehemently shakes his head when Izumi asks what he wants.]

...I...the truth is, I know why I'm sick, but...it's my own fault, I should have taken care of this by now...

[But living such a blissful, "normal" life with Izumi had been so much fun. Combine that with the difficulty vampires have finding a place that isn't being surveilled somehow in the modern era, and it's a recipe for disaster.

There's a twisting, tearing pain in his chest. He's going to have to tell him, and he's going to have to watch the expression on Izumi's face shift to fear, revulsion, disgust—]

It's...I haven't been...eating properly, and...

[He can't say it. He looks up at Izumi, desperation in his eyes, as though he's begging him to say it for him, even though he's not providing nearly enough information for him to catch on—but he's so desperate to not have to say it himself.]

...And now it's...it's too late to do anything about it...I...

[He puts his face in his hands.]

...You...should probably go. I'm sorry. I don't...I can't...

[He can't bear to hurt him.]