"Alright, look. I'm certain it's fairly obvious by now, but I like you. Like, like like you. Got it? But unfortunately for me, I happen to like your sister too, and she's made it clear that her approval of me is strictly conditional on the fact that she doesn't get ignored by you in the same way you've sort of been doing lately ..."
He hadn't realized before but he hadn't been spending as much time with Rosemary as he thought. She was part of his life all the time, always there when he fell asleep and there when he woke up. There was hardly a moment in his life where she wasn't taking up room. But the thing was that he was mistaking presence for company. When Charlie sent him home to go spend some time with Rosemary was when it hit him. And he immediately felt guilty. What made him feel worse was that Rosemary had hardly said a peep about it. There were a few times where she complained about how much time they were spending at the clinic and there a few mentions on her part about how much attention he was giving a certain red-head but any more than that, she seemed to be keeping to herself.
Here he was thinking he was balancing everything out so well and the reality of it was that the balance was largely skewed. Even before Alexander came into town, he had been already using any possible excuse to be around Charlie. If it hadn't been for meeting her, they would have left New Hope a long time ago.
The town was great and had a good thing working but Royce never liked staying in one place for too long. Connections got made and hearts were put out, hoping for an anchor. When those connections were broken or at a stand-still because of a lack of trust, it was time to move on. That's what they always had done. Maybe that was what they still would do ...
But for once, Royce didn't want to worry about the future. He didn't want to be afraid of what could happen and instead, enjoy what was happening. He had a girl who could possibly become a girlfriend and yes, she had no idea about what he really was but for now, that was okay. It wasn't like he was denying who he was. It was more like ... enjoying a possibility that he had, up to now, could only dream of. The idea of having to, one day, settle down with a mate, was frustrating and terrifying. It was expected of him, he knew that. Werewolves were encouraged to be 'fruitful' and, uh, multiply. Something about making up for the massacre of their kind by the humans or something. He understood why and he had no problem with having his own family one day. Honestly, he looked forward to it.
One day. Far, far, far in the future though.
No, it was more of the fact that the pack didn't put much stock in whether or not mates were 'compatible'. If he had to pick a mate, he wanted to be a choice of the heart. Not anything else.
Charlie was more than compatible. She was the last piece to his jigsaw puzzle that he didn't even know was missing. And if he was trying to be corny, he could say that she was easiest the sweetest human he had ever met. The fact that she was noticing that he was ignoring the closest thing to family that he ever had and pushing him back to her, damn, how was that not seriously the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for him? For the both of them, him and Rosey?