I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other time I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it's all wrong. I'm sorry, he'll say. I have to leave now.
With vampires, there is such a great tradition that you suddenly find yourself a part of. Each generation reinvents what that means to them.