After the drama unfolds with Karina and Wolfgang, Zaiden and Max are finally alone together. Wolfgang has gone somewhere, and neither of the boys care to know where. In fact, every second that is not spent in his presence feels like a blessing. Not only has Max undergone consistent traumatic feeding sessions, now even Zaiden--who tried to remain out of the picture entirely--has suffered a personal loss thanks to Wolfgang's increasing psychological and physical instability. The anxiety in the apartment is mounting and the two young men take the opportunity to talk about their problems candidly. Unfortunately, Max has little to no compassion for other people's pain. "At least you aren't being fed on every night because your plasma apparently tastes better than everyone else's!" he says, pointing to the scars on his neck. Zaiden doesn't take kindly to his insensitivity.