"I don't think so. I can still eat and drink like a normal person, even though I don't need it, so you should, too? But, I don't know. If it's anything like... my thing I'm pretty sure you're gonna know."

How did you get used to it? Flynn drew up a book as if to study it because this was venturing into very uncomfortable territory. "I didn't. I'm not." He shouldn't say that, should he? He should tell Peter it would get better, easier, he would totally get used to it, there was a way, everything would be fine.

"I hate it." Or maybe he could just let opinions and emotions bubble up that he had kept bottled up for way too long, sure, that works too.

"I hate that I want it. I hate that it tastes good. I remember how the thought of blood used to make me gag. I remember looking at blood bags when I was still human and wanting to throw up, I-I remember that?" He flipped a page, almost aggressively when emotions threatened to take over. "I don't wanna hurt anyone."