[ Peter lets him, the feeling in his fingers tingling from the comforting touch. ]
This one especially. Although, it was more of a werewolf. Wrong place, wrong time.
[ After a few pets for Soots, he leans back to look at Jeff eye-to-eye. That thick hair of his is still damp and very conducive to pulling. ]
I put a few bullets in him and he... I guess he transformed back. Called an emergency number and got us both some help. Seemed like a nice guy after that, actually.
[ A small laugh comes out of him, and he immediately regrets it. ]
[ Jeff smiles, because at least the story ended with a nice, responsible werewolf calling for help, instead of, like, death and mayhem. But then he winced in sympathy as Peter is CLEARLY not up for laughing! ]
Is it inappropriate for me to say that although I am a pacifist and I hate guns... the mental image of you shooting a rampaging wolf-man is very attractive?
[ He's only, like, 60% joking. But then, Jeff chews on his lip in thought and then, seriously, adds: ]
Do you think he was, uh... you know. Possessed? By the shadow things.
Yeah? [ In the moment, and the next day, he hadn't thought of it as "attractive" since he had been fighting for his life. But now that he's rehashed it with thoughtful sanitization, yeah, it's pretty damn slick. ]
It might've triggered it. Pushed him over the edge... Bit the hell out of my arm. I'm just glad I didn't have to empty my clip into him.
[ A stranger might not see the subtle shift in Peter's face when the implication finally dawns on him, but Jeff probably does. His eyes widen just a little, his brow slowly rises up. He'd never thought about complications outside of, say, a treatable infection. In this place, he could actually get turned.
He hates this place!]
I... He didn't say anything about... that potential problem.
[ Usually Peter is the comforting one, but right now he needs some reassurance. Jeff, is he going to become a bloodthirsty werewolf?! ]
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He returns the dimmed smile, his own still laced through with guilt, and joins Peter on the couch again.
Carefully, this time. Gently, trying to avoid aggravating any injuries (physical and emotional), he reaches for Peter's good hand. ]
So... Wolves, am I right? What assholes...
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This one especially. Although, it was more of a werewolf. Wrong place, wrong time.
[ After a few pets for Soots, he leans back to look at Jeff eye-to-eye. That thick hair of his is still damp and very conducive to pulling. ]
I put a few bullets in him and he... I guess he transformed back. Called an emergency number and got us both some help. Seemed like a nice guy after that, actually.
[ A small laugh comes out of him, and he immediately regrets it. ]
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Is it inappropriate for me to say that although I am a pacifist and I hate guns... the mental image of you shooting a rampaging wolf-man is very attractive?
[ He's only, like, 60% joking. But then, Jeff chews on his lip in thought and then, seriously, adds: ]
Do you think he was, uh... you know. Possessed? By the shadow things.
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It might've triggered it. Pushed him over the edge... Bit the hell out of my arm. I'm just glad I didn't have to empty my clip into him.
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[ Wait. Jeff looks at Peter with renewed concern as the pieces start coming together. ]
Hang on. Peter. You were bitten... by a werewolf...
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He hates this place! ]
I... He didn't say anything about... that potential problem.
[ Usually Peter is the comforting one, but right now he needs some reassurance. Jeff, is he going to become a bloodthirsty werewolf?! ]