As much as he was shocked that Rook was actually finding that many words compared to the last time they had spoken, he listened and took it all in. Maybe he didn't understand all of it. Gangrels were like their own species entirely rather than just a branch of the blood. And what in the Hell could he say to any of that? But the fact that Rook had felt comfortable enough to tell him was telling. He just wasn't sure what it was telling.
"I am sorry you had to experience that," he offered lamely, squeezing Rook gently, "I do not think I will ever understand it wholly but I am glad you felt you could tell me." He paused in their stroll, looking up at the younger Kindred with the gift of a smile, "You are safe right now. I will not ever force you to be something you do not wish to be." He was curious how much time was passed as a wolf but there was no way of knowing - at least between a Gangrel and a Toreador.