Jude managed a half smile at the gesture, the mention of a bleeding heart. Hopefully that judgement was true, if Kieran was telling a stranger anything, even anonymously. He could not criticise, either, not really - he agreed entirely with the notion that a better-informed public on the reality of werewolves was a good thing, and he supposed he was pleased Kieran seemed willing to help.
As long as he didn’t get hurt.
“I know,” he protested quickly, glad if they could avoid another argument in the space of an hour, and aware that time was ticking on until moonlight. “I’d like to hear more about it,” he added, sincerely, “but maybe in the morning? You should -” Jude jerked his head towards the attic door, trying not to wonder too closely whether the rabbit would still be around by then.
As long as he didn’t get hurt.
“I know,” he protested quickly, glad if they could avoid another argument in the space of an hour, and aware that time was ticking on until moonlight. “I’d like to hear more about it,” he added, sincerely, “but maybe in the morning? You should -” Jude jerked his head towards the attic door, trying not to wonder too closely whether the rabbit would still be around by then.
