Teagan smiled softly. She sort of knew that. He'd explained it before, but she knew she couldn't fully grasp it. She didn't even mind not being able to, because he always spoke in such high regard toward it that she couldn't even find it insulting if she'd wanted to. Not that she wanted to. Leaning forward again, she hugged him tightly when she said she was the only one. Arrogantly, and in a way that was very wrong, it really pleased her that he said that especially if he meant it. She liked to think there was something special about her, at least to him.
Pulling back again, she followed his gesture to the couch. "So, you're still not feeling up to par after the full moon?" she asked, looking back over at him. She knew the night before had to have sucked for him, and not for the first time she wished that she had been there to help him through it. "I think the bed would be more comfortable to start with," she said, looking back at him.