..He missed his friend. He remembered quite vividly the day Victor was attacked by a hollow. The day he died and had his eyes taken…

Due to his ability Enoch would often raise him for a moment…it was healthy really. He needed to move on…but he wanted to see Victor mode again. Talk. He didn’t like the fact his friend was just a lifeless body laid neatly under white sheets. But it tired him…

With smaller things, like the little Frankenstein dolls he could make with just a little chicken heart and dolls body and crab claws it was easy…wasn’t really draining. But he had to use multiple animal hearts to even raise a human for a few minutes…and he had to use a ton of energy.

He didn’t want to go back to his room. It was dark and it was raining outside and he knew you were up…you were up late every night much like him. And so he trudged along to your room…you were his best friend. And had been even when Victor was still alive…he and Victor were very close as well. But you and him were closer.

Enoch didn’t talk off his grief…he didn’t want to seem weak or anything. But he knew you wouldn’t ask…you knew not too. And further more knew the reason the he was so tired. He only ever got like that when he raised Victor…he trudged into your room. Briefly noticing you were at your desk doing something…before he went to your bed and laid down face first with a huff into one of the pillows…mumbling into it, not even sure if you could hear him or not.

Enoch: “Can I stay in here for a while…?”