He heard the front door open and cursed himself for leaving it unlocked. He should have known James wouldn't be able to leave him alone. Clearly turning his phone off wasn't a big enough hint.

James: "Tristan? You ok?"
Tristan: "You know, I'm getting bloody tired of people asking me that."

James: "You sort of stormed out… of… the shoot…"

James' voice trailed off as he came around to the other side of the couch, seeing Tristan straight on for the first time since entering his house. His clothes were covered in dried blood; faint smeared streaks still clung to the corners of his mouth. There was an empty bottle of vodka on the ground next to the couch, it's sides smeared with traces of more blood.

Tristan: "Yeah well I'm finished dealing with that son of a bitch Stone."
James: "Tristan, what happened?"
Tristan: "Just his usual games. And the way Emily…"

He couldn't finish his thought, it was bringing back all the anguish and rage he'd been trying to drown most of the night. James was staring at him in shock.

James: "No, Tristan, I mean what the hell happened to you- you're covered in blood."
Tristan: "Oh. That. Got hungry so I grabbed a little snack."

James suddenly felt sick.

James: "Please tell me you didn't. Please god tell me you're just a really sloppy eater suddenly."
Tristan: "You know, I'd forgotten what it feels like."
James: "I don't want to hear this."
Tristan: "We've been feeding from a bottle for way too long. You know what's amazing? I can still feel it- it's been hours and I still feel tingly. Oh look! There she is!"

Tristan pointed excitedly at the television, which was tuned to the local news station. James was horrified.

Reporter Kip Ludlow: "The 21 year old woman was found brutally murdered outside a bar in nearby Deception Pass this evening. The Boston-native was in town visiting friends when the tragedy occurred. Reporter Chelsea Kirk is on the scene."

Officer Balfour: "We're not releasing that information at this time."
Reporter Chelsea Kirk: "Officer Balfour, this is only one of many recent attacks like this. Do you think this the work of a serial killer?"
Officer Balfour: "I'm not going to comment on that. We would like to encourage residents to be cautious when out after dark- young women especially. Be aware of your surroundings. Don't be afraid to ask someone to walk you to your car-"

James turned the television off, not wanting to hear another word.

Tristan: "That was rude. I was watching that!"
James: "Do you have any idea what you did?"
Tristan: "Stopped hiding from my basic nature."

James: "You killed that girl- she had friends, a family."
Tristan: "So do cows."
James: "What?"

Tristan: "You never get upset when someone eats a hamburger."

James stood staring at Tristan in stunned disbelief, unable to form a coherent reply.

James: "I'm leaving- there's no getting through to you right now."

Tristan: "The great James Selwyn, running away again."

He didn't slow, continuing to head for the front door.

Tristan: "Fine, just keep walking!"

James didn't even flinch as the bottle that had been previously on the floor shattered on the wall next to his head.