Sitting on the couch, your head in his lap and his hand on your back as he traced shapes on your shirt. You, gnawing on a freeze dried rabbit and him sipping on a blood bag as the TV played quietly. You mumbled that your mouth hurt and he gingerly picked up your head and inspected your teeth. He winced as he watched your canine set of teeth press through your gums and overcrowd your mouth. He paused and checked his watch before patting your back and stating: "I guess it is around that time."