Patrick is giving him a bit of a wary look, but he supposes it shouldn’t be unexpected. Special werewolf cocktail isn’t really a normal thing to say. The wolfsbane is all but burned out of his system by now, leaving him just sort of tired and looser than he was before he drank it.
“Werewolf thing,” he says, because it’s easier to talk about what he can do than what he’s feeling. “David dropped something a few minutes ago. Cursed to himself.” He smirks and then points toward the window. “Car two blocks over has a bad muffler.”
He shrugs and takes another sip of his beer. “Kind of a pain sometimes. Hearing and smelling everything. But I’ve gotten used to it. Kind of comes with the territory.”
Smirking at Patrick, he points his finger at the door and bounces it in time with David’s steps, pausing when he comes through it. He lets his head tip back to look at David. “What’d you drop?”
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“Werewolf thing,” he says, because it’s easier to talk about what he can do than what he’s feeling. “David dropped something a few minutes ago. Cursed to himself.” He smirks and then points toward the window. “Car two blocks over has a bad muffler.”
He shrugs and takes another sip of his beer. “Kind of a pain sometimes. Hearing and smelling everything. But I’ve gotten used to it. Kind of comes with the territory.”
Smirking at Patrick, he points his finger at the door and bounces it in time with David’s steps, pausing when he comes through it. He lets his head tip back to look at David. “What’d you drop?”