[Kirk takes one of Vander's hands and kisses the back of it with just the barest hint of fang included]

I'll... try.

[No guarantees though. There's a beat as he continues to hold Vander's hand. He suppose he might as well get it over with]

I've mentioned before that I grew up in a small town. Most of the jobs available were manual labor. A lot of people's ideas for a fun time involved sports, church social events, hunting for fun, or whatever crap bored teenagers with a car can think of. So for a bookish and quiet introvert like myself, it was difficult to fit in with anyone. Even my parents were never sure what to do about me. Even now I feel like my father never liked me because I was more interested in the sciences than something more tangible like football or fixing cars.