Jamie wets his lips and moves closer. Without another word, he presses Cullen's heart to his chest, covering it with his palm. There's a faint, red glow and then it's gone, simple as that. For Cullen, it might feel like receiving something he hadn't even realized he'd been missing. A fullness that wasn't there before.

He bites his lip and steps back, then takes the glass from Cullen. He doesn't drink, just holds it, watching Cullen uncertainly.

"I'm sorry I did what I did, Cullen. I--I don't know if I really have an excuse. I could say it was the sickness that was going around, but it was still my choice to do it. I could've done something less damaging... like stalking or something."

He tries a small smile and makes himself stop talking when he realizes that he's rambling.