Being strained was never easy, and that was how he had felt when she up and left him that day. They had moved here for her, he had changed his career for her, but it had either been too little too late, or it was just never going to be enough to make her happy. It was a thought he had tossed around in his mind over, and over again, until finally he couldn't stand it anymore. Ian had put himself out there, compromised, and she still hadn't been able to fully accept him. The problem was hers, and he wasn't going to continue kicking himself for it. Ian had moved on, continued with work, made friends in the city, found something that resembled the life he had lived in Sydney. It wasn't the same, but it was comfortable enough. Now he had Eden in his life, and though it was really too soon to put a label on whatever it was between them, he felt that there was potential for something. Three dates under their belt, and they hadn't not enjoyed themselves once. On the full moon, he decided he would go to her home, and hang out for the night, provide a little more security, and give Charlie the playmate he so desperately wanted. Hopefully Eden wouldn't think that was too weird of him, but she had already seen his dog form once, it wasn't as though she wouldn't immediately recognise him, if he were sitting patiently on her front porch, waiting for her to return home. Maybe this was just what he needed to get over Sophie.
Seeing as he wasn't scheduled to go in that day, he was taking it easy around the house, sleeping in late, lounging in his pajama bottoms, not really doing anything productive. The television was on, but he hadn't been paying much attention to it, he was too focused on the taxi that had pulled up outside of his house. No one was supposed to be coming over, in fact, not many people knew where he lived. Could he be called paranoid? A little, but with everything that had been happening amongst the supernatural community, you really couldn't be too careful. After all, he had met Eden, because she had been attacked outside of that club. Not even because she was obviously different, but because she had just been at the right place, at the wrong time. He thumbed back the curtains of one window, and watched as the female figure moved up towards the porch, the knock sounding a moment later. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," It couldn't be. Why in the hell was she here? Ian moved to the front door, unlocked it, then pulled it open, but he left the screen door in place. "Lost, are we?"