"It's cold as fuck, though. Not a fan of that," Adam said. Obviously he wasn't not a fan enough to get up out of the snow. Also, his knee was still aching. He wondered if he should just take care of it, or go see Bryar to make sure he hadn't done any permanent damage. He wasn't going to go see Bryar.
"I suppose that's true," he said, then sighed.
He liked the quiet, the companionable smoking, the not teaching for once.
"I consumed a horrifying amount of red meat over the weekend, but otherwise I am ... fine, I guess," Adam said. It was a relief, really, to have the certainty that he wasn't going to turn into a werewolf. Because of the whole one-year-old kid thing, mainly.