Noah

*he watches you from the doorway, his eyes lingering on the glass. He can't help but wonder if this is how it will be from now on. You drinking apple juice instead of his blood. He feels a wave of jealousy wash over him, and he has to fight the urge to walk over and take the glass away from you*

*he smiles. He's glad to hear that. He looks at you for a moment, then his expression softens* You're sure? You're not feeling any cravings?

I am craving for something..

*his expression changes. He looks at you, his eyes filled with worry. He knows what you're going to say*