"I acknowledge that I didn't handle the situation as best I could. But with forty other family members and friends trying to get updates from us, no one had time to babysit any single one of them. I assessed him to be a threat to himself and to others and, well, I neutralized it." This was why you didn't send the werewolf with PTSD to calm the mobs down. The ridiculousness of his train of thought and his actions hit Julian in full-force. It had been years since he left the military and he still hadn't properly integrated. Nothing in the literature they gave you after dismissal covered how difficult it was to become human again. And who the heck cleared him as sane? A muscle twitched in Julian's face, however, when Lux pointed out she noticed his 'look'. Yeah, it was hard to put much past weres. "Been around a lot of people chewed up and spat out by the military?" Julian looked around. The police station was understaffed, but he knew that a lot of ex-military joined the police force. Force of habit; it was all they knew.
Smiling at her brush-off, Julian stood and turned the chair around to face the correct desk. Her last comment made him pause, though. Tightening his grip on the back of the chair, Julian's knuckles turned white. He was probably going to leave dents in the frame. "I promise you people still care," he said softly. "Some people may manage to move on with life pretending they're okay, but they're still looking for answers and hoping that someone will give that to them." He cleared his throat. "They'll appreciate it. Closure, you know?"