Carson and Rylee [Morning After]
Rylee took his hand and slid her other around his forearm to help him to his feet. She knew he needed to take a few moments to get the ground under him, and she had no idea how he was feeling physically, but she just wanted to get him home and into bed where he could relax and be comfortable. "I don't think you woke up once after Nick tranq'd you," Rylee said. "We waited down here for a while before everyone sort of dispersed. Do you remember anything?" He probably wouldn't, but it never hurt to ask. Did werewolves dream or anything? Rylee doubted he would remember that either, if the two were separate beings in a way.
Using the bars and Rylee, Carson got upright and balanced. The change in position made his head throb worse for a moment or two, but then it thankfully faded a bit. He kept hold of Rylee’s hand. “No, just walk-- ... wait, no,” he murmured, squinting a bit as more memory came back to him. “I remember coming in here ... waiting ... and then a lot of pain.” Carson looked at her blearily. “That’s it though. I don’t remember actually ... changing.” That must have been a sight to witness, and the thought prompted Carson to pull Rylee into a hug. He probably stank, but he doubted she would care. “Are you okay?” he asked into her hair. “That couldn’t’ve been easy to watch.” The morbidly curious part of Carson kind of wished he’d asked someone to film it for him or take pictures or something. Maybe next month. Ugh.
Rylee wrapped her arms around him, not at all bothered by the smell. It wasn't that bad anyway. She was just relieved to have him whole again. "I'm okay," she murmured, pressing her face into his hoodie. She had to remember that they were in someone else's house, and those people could be venturing downstairs at any moment, so she tried to resist pressing kisses all over his face. "It wasn't easy, no... I knew you were in pain when it started, but then it happened kind of quickly. I couldn't imagine how you were able to survive that...your body changed so...I don't know." It was inhuman for sure and it was probably going to plague her dreams for a while. But she didn't want to tell Carson that. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Carson stroked the back of Rylee’s hair and pressed a kiss against her temple. He wanted to really kiss her, but he was also aware of where they were, and he was more eager to get home than anything else. He owed a lot of people in this house -- and out of it, Rylee hadn’t mentioned Nick still being around -- a lot of thanks, but hopefully they would understand if he wasn’t up for it right away. “I love you,” he whispered to Rylee, his arms tightening around her briefly. “I was so scared about you being here, but I’m so glad you were at the same time.” Carson couldn’t imagine waking up to any other face, and he didn’t want to. “You ready to go? I’m fucking starving.”