[ He watches her, intrigued by her actions -- by her in general. He'd injured her before on accident when they were in that closet. Instead of hating him she forgave him... Which to be fair, he forgave her first... But he's a werewolf, she'd attacked him before, there's no real reason she shouldn't attack him now...
They're friends... He thinks. Since Scott is his best friend, that means they've got to have some sort of common alliance, right? He's sure he'd protect her, try to help her if he could, if it came down to it. He's got so many feelings, memories, thoughts towards her, that he didn't have when he got here, and for some uncomfortable reason he can still see the thought process of them all: why he thought she was funny, beautiful, amazing... It's the same for Scott... To be honest, it's slightly disconcerting, especially how he wonders if she is in the same boat.
They're supposed to be friends... Thinking about this stuff, it's just making things awkward, probably for them both. And just as he starts to feel himself tensing up, wanting to find a safe place, from all this, from the thoughts, she's speaking again. It jars him from his thoughts immediately. ]
Yeah. I can.
[ He filters through the kit again, before grabbing what he's guessing is gauze. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's pretty sure that's abundantly clear as well. But he wants to be useful... He knows she can take care of herself, she's proven that at least once...
So he may not have any idea really how to help, he knows how to do one thing. ] Who did this to you?
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They're friends... He thinks. Since Scott is his best friend, that means they've got to have some sort of common alliance, right? He's sure he'd protect her, try to help her if he could, if it came down to it. He's got so many feelings, memories, thoughts towards her, that he didn't have when he got here, and for some uncomfortable reason he can still see the thought process of them all: why he thought she was funny, beautiful, amazing... It's the same for Scott... To be honest, it's slightly disconcerting, especially how he wonders if she is in the same boat.
They're supposed to be friends... Thinking about this stuff, it's just making things awkward, probably for them both. And just as he starts to feel himself tensing up, wanting to find a safe place, from all this, from the thoughts, she's speaking again. It jars him from his thoughts immediately. ]
Yeah. I can.
[ He filters through the kit again, before grabbing what he's guessing is gauze. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's pretty sure that's abundantly clear as well. But he wants to be useful... He knows she can take care of herself, she's proven that at least once...
So he may not have any idea really how to help, he knows how to do one thing. ] Who did this to you?