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[text, 5:23 pm] that time of the fucking moon again [text, 5:23 pm] what’s the plan
Last few hours before the change and he was working through cigarette after cigarette because his nerves were absolutely fucking frayed, the way they always got this close to moonrise. It was a strange feeling, one of duality - of feeling at once more in control, stronger, faster, better, but also entirely restless and trapped in his own body because he wasn’t better yet.
Not that Robert enjoyed the change, exactly. Not that he liked what he’d turned into a few years ago when he got stupid and got bit, but that scar had healed and he’d been forced to accept the permanence it represented. His life was already a mess and turning into an animal on a regular basis wasn’t actually the worst he’d ever done, which said a lot about who he’d used to be but maybe also something about how the wolf had gotten more bearable.
Joseph, of all people. Jesus.
That he not only knew, that he’d been able to figure it out after only a few moths, but also that he knew enough to calm Robert’s mind when it went feral and blank after the shift and had some kind of affinity for safeguards and seemed impervious to the wolf’s teeth ...
Robert didn’t know who Joseph was. What he was, to be able to do what he did. But Joseph didn’t ask about Robert’s past and Robert extended the same courtesy, and instead lingered in the strange sense of safety Joseph could provide for him and the routine-of-sorts they’d wound up in.
Joseph usually kept tabs. Which was why Robert was asking, glancing between his phone and the water as he overlooked the bay.