He knows. Even went so far as to hold his phone in front of him, ready to send a message telling his maker to release him; he was a disgrace, as Archer pointed out and he was an embarrassment for acting on his emotions like he'd been called out for doing so many times before. But severing the bond with Godric was out of the question. He'd experienced it already and it was, in large part, what led to his own true death.

Now the phone lay on the cement floor across the room, the display technical rainbow of bars and the screen broken in a series of cracks that looked like a spiderweb.

Eric's hand curls around the back of Godric's shoulder, clinging to the grounding effect that contact was giving him. Yes, he was safe, and he finally opens his eyes again. "I don't want to intrude," he murmurs, his voice small.

There's no doubt in his mind that he wishes to be wherever the older vampire is.