Re: [In-person: PJ and Atticus]
[He wouldn't mind getting the wolf back. Maybe not for snuggling - more to show he appreciated the gift, and he did. It meant something, being given something to keep. He didn't buy too many things for himself, still, but he was slowly getting into the habit of acquiring objects for no other reason than liking them. Books were one thing, real possessions were another.
It was good that the fabric wasn't actually clinging to the wound itself, but the bandage was only a small upgrade. Fresh blood wasn't too much of a surprise, and he listened to her description of dancing without feeling the pain.] Lot of people felt things. Not themselves. Last night, the headphones. [He glanced up. This close, out from under his typical baseball cap, his eyes were pale blue.
He began unwinding the bandage. He'd give her another wrapping, looser, something to keep her comfortable until night. He reached over and grabbed the lip of the black duffle, dragging it his way.
The more she talked about her pack, the more a cloud seemed to be gathering between his brows again.] Thought they could decide who you were. Still, hard. Leaving that behind. Who you are, with them.