"We? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's gonna be a solo undertaking," Scott said dryly. But he tangled his fingers in Bay's, wanting to prolong that contact. It was safe, calming. It made it a little easier to bear the constant itch of the moon. "But thanks. For understanding, or trying to. It helps, knowing I can talk about it." And thanks to the city, Bay did have at least an inkling of what he meant, he knew.