He understood it better now, he said. Yeah... he would, wouldn’t he? Ishmael wouldn’t go so far to say that they felt on an even footing now, but - there was some difference in it, now that he wasn’t the only scary monster at the bar.
Though poor dear Kieran didn’t have much to actually show for it, didn’t look any more dangerous than he had years ago. He looked thin and tired and - well, Ishmael shouldn’t even be looking. “Oh, sure,” he drawled, as if he believed Kieran without the merest shadow of a doubt. He nudged Kieran’s arm with his own. “Perfectly puppy-trained from the start, I bet.”
But he was only prodding at the thought for something to do; for all he knew it was probably true. But they weren’t like vampires, were they, werewolves? It was never about gaining conscious control. Nothing they could do for themselves. It was just about living with it.
He grinned, regardless. “But we’ve always understood each other pretty well, haven’t we?” He wondered, though, if Kieran had understood just how easy it was to slip up that much earlier, whether he would have dared put his neck out at all.
Though poor dear Kieran didn’t have much to actually show for it, didn’t look any more dangerous than he had years ago. He looked thin and tired and - well, Ishmael shouldn’t even be looking. “Oh, sure,” he drawled, as if he believed Kieran without the merest shadow of a doubt. He nudged Kieran’s arm with his own. “Perfectly puppy-trained from the start, I bet.”
But he was only prodding at the thought for something to do; for all he knew it was probably true. But they weren’t like vampires, were they, werewolves? It was never about gaining conscious control. Nothing they could do for themselves. It was just about living with it.
He grinned, regardless. “But we’ve always understood each other pretty well, haven’t we?” He wondered, though, if Kieran had understood just how easy it was to slip up that much earlier, whether he would have dared put his neck out at all.
