Deep down, Seamus had known that. Xavier was classy, he wouldn't gloat, or rub his nose in his mistakes. He was Seamus' mentor and the only Sire he ever really knew. If anything, Seamus was glad Xavier had come right now. It helped calm him a little and reminded him that even though this was terrifying and he felt like he was drowning in all these new sensations, in his own feelings, in Luka's turmoil and pain... he wasn't the only person who experienced this. Xavier and Greg had gone through this and they made it through to decide decades on that they wanted to mate. It was a blood union and not just a soul union. With that thought, Seamus' eyes moved back to Luka's sleeping face, his thumb brushing across his temple. He was so pale. Would there be a day some time off in the future that he would consider wanting to mate with this guy?

There was a very small nod, but a faint frown reflected much of Seamus' inner discontent. "I'm not going to leave him alone. I know this has taken you away from all the other stuff, but I can take care of him. They said he's going to feel rough for a good few days. He'll probably have a hangover from hell. I can't let go of him right now. Everything else, it's just... it's going to have to wait. And just tell Molly I'm sorry. I'm sorry if this has made Jett even worse to deal with, but I can't stay away from Luka. I won't."