Re: Pat & Lou: boxes
Patrick liked the outdoors, man, but being indoors didn't actually separate him from it. He had learned (during the situation with the woods dying) that he could not live without what was out there. He was part of it, man, and he brought it inside with him. Normal people could not tell this, but he knew (as soon as Lou got close enough to the door) that she would be able to pick up on it, just as he could pick up on her. Man, there were days he missed whatever spell his mom had done to keep him seemingly human for so long, but he had become accustomed to these senses, and he was certain he would be most lost without them. He was also certain he was about to be outed most rapidly, as he was absolutely positive that his bro's cos was a wolf. Specifically, a werewolf, man, and he had spent much time around them in the past year.
He and Del had befriended Cisco, and therefore they had befriended the pack. He knew the pack was a mess now, with no leadership, but he knew this was sure to be a passing thing. He did not believe the woman that opened the door and clapped him on the shoulder to lead him inside was here to fix the pack. This did not align with anything he knew about his bro's people, and he could not believe apples fell that far from trees. "Beer and pizza, my girl. You have said the magic words," he assured her, and he walked toward the first box he saw. "I am cheap labor. Just point, and I will place, unwrap, do whatever." Patrick was golden, and the dude looked like the all-american hero type. He also looked like he could easily unpack boxes for hours, and he looked like he should be playing a sport somewhere for money. His badge was not clipped on, but the dude was content with where his life was at present (and this was impressive progress). He was, Lou would likely learn, the complete antithesis of his bro.