When Royce left the Golden Burger, he was still conflicted about what exactly to do about Caleb. At the very least, he was happy that he wasn't leaving with another reason to look over his back. Whatever irritation Rosemary had caused, whatever she had started, he hoped the conversation he'd had with Caleb had put things to rest. The guy had been reasonable, more than any hunter he had ever come across before. Normal almost. Despite the guy's clear obsession with his truck anyhow.
Every guy deserved at least one obsession. It was Royce's lucky day that it wasn't hunting weres. Maybe the guy leaned more towards fangs. What was the guy's history? He seemed real young to be a hunter. Maybe he was just starting out. But what had pushed him into this lifestyle? What Royce knew of hunters, he at least knew that most of them didn't grow up wishing to be one. Not unless they had a damn good reason and that reason usually involved the death of a loved one. Had Caleb lost someone he cared for to a were? To a fang?
If that were the case, Royce couldn't blame the guy. How could he when he was in something of a similar situation? He thankfully hadn't lost anyone but something had been lost, been taken. If he was a different kind of guy, he'd be out hunting those that had hurt him, hurt the ones he cared for. Royce didn't know the first thing about fighting though. Maybe he knew how to swing a punch, how to bite, but anything more and he was flailing limbs. It was embarrassing actually.
But who the hell was he going to ask to teach him?
His thoughts didn't distract him from looking both ways before crossing the street. Safety first. Royce wasn't about to end up as roadkill. He shifted the heavy and greasy bag in his arms. Felt like the bag was about to give out any moment so he kept one hand under the bottom, tucking the bag against his side. If the bag did break before he got home, it would at least fall on his arm. Not that a little dirt ever stopped him or Rosemary from eating something. Hell, Rosey was used to it. Eating all sorts of things off the ground. If a steak fell into a pile of dirt and ants, she wouldn't have thought twice before grabbing it and eating it.
He'd crossed the street and was just about to hop onto the sidewalk on the other side when suddenly he saw a flash of red. Royce let out a surprised yelp, stumbling back as somebody popped out in front of him. When he saw that it was Charlie, he relaxed. "Charlie, shit, you just- I mean, where the hell did you come from?" In his brief moment of shock, he had squeezed the bag of hamburgers. He cringed as he felt the grease leak from the bag onto his shirt. "Crap." Pulling the bag away from his side, he looked down to the grease stain. Well, this was his last clean shirt. He had to do laundry now or else smell like hamburgers and fries. Grinning half-heartedly, he hopped back onto the sidewalk and got out of the street. "Sorry, you just kind of popped out of nowhere." He raised an eyebrow and looked around, wondering why she was in this area. It wasn't completely uncharacteristic for her to go into town but it was awfully suspicious of her to just be suddenly appearing out of nowhere. "Where's Noah?" The kid was also suspiciously absent. Not that he cared. It was just that Charlie had been like a mother bear to that stupid fang ever since she saw him.