[ethan goes quiet, giving her the chance to speak about it before he lifts up his own sandwich to have a bite, quietly chewing on it, swallowing, thinking. he nods at her response.]
That makes sense.
Is it hard not... knowing sometimes which is which? It sometimes gets hard for me too.
[he's been a werewolf so long, and he doesn't always know what's his or what isn't and what it means. it's not the same since he doesn't have a calling, but.]