"You know how girls are," August said, tilting his head to the side as he studied Venus. "Just one of you is harder to win over than twenty men, nevermind wolves." If there was something that August could say to smooth things over between Venus and his sisters, he would. He knew they could be intimidating, to put it as simply and nicely as possible, but Venus was not a weak woman either. If there was anyone that could win them over in time, it was her.
One thing that August knew how to do and do well was keeping his feeling close to his chest. The last thing he wanted was for Venus to suffer in any way, but it pained him to hear that Trent was keeping her happy -- especially when he felt that he was the one that could make her the happiest of all. He didn't like thinking about the fact that his brother was mated to the only woman he had ever loved; dwelling on the fact on made him feel ill. The only thing he could do was push the thought as far out of his mind as possible. Sometimes he managed to succeed, other times weren't so easy. "Good," he said with a firm nod. Thankfully, the waitress returned with their food, saving him from grasping for the next thing to say. He offered her a warm smile and thanks before she left again. He lifted up his fork and shoveled in a few bites of food into his mouth before he spoke again. "I really am glad that you're okay," August was being serious, but his voice was held its usual upbeat tone that he used when he spoke to Venus.