John laughed and looked back at his soup. He stirred it a few times. "You got credit for it last time. Like I said, Teagan: Your scent gives me comfort. There is a level of me that remembers." She may not completely understand how important that was. Only another werewolf really could and he wouldn't wish that on her.
He took a bite of the soup and let the warm liquid slide down his throat. It was really tasty. "I will remember, Teagan. I promise. This isn't like pre-transformation."