Who: Will and Ben
Where: The Stone Home
When: Evening
After Thursday, Friday seemed tame, or at least like the comedown from a major change in the world. News reports had still been going about demon attacks, and even the usually blissfully unaware Will was keeping an eye out for creatures trying to eat him. School had proceeded as usual, or at leas tin some attempt at a 'usual,' but it was made a little difficult by the kids being understandably scared.
Will's class might not have been cognition-heavy, but once he managed to get the students in his class into a physical activity, they actually got distracted enough not to be freaking out or worrying for once. It was one of the things he loved about coaching hockey and teaching gym, all that physicality left little room for worrying and being upset, and any negative feelings tended to be worked off.
Ben being hurt? Will didn't like it, not at all. If he'd been fully canine, he would've whimpered and whined, but as it was, he was left without his default happy state for the moment.