Generally, Patience clung to Torque's side, his hand and sometimes his pant leg, rather than meet new people. In the last few weeks, she had slowly began to get a little better about it, but seemed the most at ease around other Weres. Well, Weres and she had taken a surprisingly fast liking to T. Why, Torque didn't know, but she did.
But when he had picked up Patience from the Weiss's to take her to lunch, despire Mrs. Weiss's assurances that she could easily stay for a meal, Patience had actually gotten into a three year old's version of an intent conversation with a tiny teenager. Seriously, tiny, girl barely topped five feet or so. A Were teenager, the moment Torque had seen her approach Patience, he had taken note of the obvious fact that the teenager was a werewolf, but it only seemed to set Patience more at ease. Likely having her Thursdays as of late around a family of werewolves, busy and full of kids, was doing her good.
He caught that same scent, turning his head to catch sight of the teenager creeping up on the even smaller brunette girl, and found a grin on his face when his niece giggled and twisted in place.
"What's up, Sadie?" they had just sat down at the counter, after a server had gotten Patience a kind of booster for her seat, so she could actually get to the counter in front of her.