Patrick has no idea what to say. Promises were useless and his potions could only help, not fix the problem. "You survived, Dale. In the end, that's proof that you can live with this," he said softly. "You have your friends. You have Ben. The pain will always be there, but that's the thing that drives a lot of werewolves insane. You can't focus on that one night of the month. You have to focus on everything else: the friends, the fucking, the things that you enjoy."
He smiled a little, not moving away. "I'm sure he's been waiting for that." He bit Dale's earlobe playfully. "Stop worrying about my sex life. Not fucking for a day isn't going to kill me, and blessing or not, I still won't do it."