Wyatt took a deep breath and stood up from the couch and walked back over to the door to close it. Talking about magic and having people orb in and out is probably a bad idea in front of an open door in an apartment building. When the door was closed, he still had his hands on the door and placed his forehead on it, wishing that it hadn't happened the way it had. He kept thinking that if he had done it differently it would have gone better.
As he pushed away from the door and went back to the living room, he thought about things a little. He didn't want to feel that way anymore and he wanted to get his mind off of things. He just didn't know how. What he really wanted to do was to go full force into demon hunting. If there was anything he had inherited from his family it was the tendancy to dive headfirst into magic when things didn't go as planned with everything else. "Have you heard if there's anything happening lately? In magic, that is?" He really just wanted to vanquish something.