That gave Simon reason to blink, dark eyes opening, looking over towards Pierce with an arched brow. Billy was his son? And he was living... here. It seemed strange that Billy hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't really the sort of thing most people brought up in normal conversation, so really, it shouldn't have been that surprising that he hadn't heard about that.
He was about to comment on that as Pierce backed up, lips already parted to ask a question, when the man hissed, eyes widening slightly. For a moment, there was concern, worry, and it all bled away the moment that shout was heard. The cry of wolf.
His jaw was set, his head aching, his hand throbbing, but really, he didn't give a flying fuck at that moment. Hand pulled at the door handle and he pushed the door open roughly, grateful that the car wasn't moving, though really, that wouldn't have stopped him. It was bad enough that all he saw when he looked in the mirror was exactly what Pierce saw without the other man seeing it too.
At that point, Simon really didn't care where he was going, but it needed to be away. The towel had started to soak through, and he could barely see with the throbbing in his head, but hell if he was sticking around to hear some old man screech about seeing the wolf that was haunting on him.