Keep you up all night if I try to remain calm

[neither_a_nor_b]

She'd totally overstayed her welcome, putting off heading back to her building in the cold. As it turned out, a soviet-era Volkswagen without a roof was awful once December rolled around. So she'd stayed at Scott's too late that evening, pushing it to the very edge of sunset on the full moon night. Which was...incredibly stupid to do with a werewolf boyfriend, but his couch was warm and he was warm and it was so cold outside.

It had been reluctantly that she hurried out of the McCall's apartment, running to the Thing in the last bit of twilight and heading back to Chelsea Cloisters. God, the full moon had to be the ultimate buzzkill, Bay thought, unlocking the door and letting herself in. Hanging up her coat, she flicked the living room lights on and off to signal to Daphne that she was home before heading to the kitchen to retrieve the leftover ribs she'd stowed in the fridge.

"Hey girls," she cooed, heading to her room and crouching by her rats' cage, back to the window. "I have some nice bones for you to gnaw on when I finish."

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[alphomega]

"No promises, but I'll do my best." He was kind of reluctant to admit just how much he'd been moving on instinct, how much he'd let the wolf take over. He'd just finished reassuring her that he was in control, he didn't want to give her any reason to doubt that.

He laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was going to be a long night. "Sometimes I think it would be easier to just...let it happen," he said quietly. "Just go out into the woods and transform. But I don't dare." Because if he let go of his focus and let the wolf out during the full moon, he'd be moving on pure instinct. If he happened to run across someone out there, a hunter or a hiker or just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time...he wasn't willing to take that chance.

[neither_a_nor_b]

Bay didn't need to be supernatural to understand Scott's implications and it sounded incredibly rough. She remembered her brief time as a werewolf and the crawling instinct that had hovered just beneath her skin that wanted to get loose and run and scream. To deal with that all the time? Bay reached over and squeezed his hand.

"Maybe we can find somewhere safe sometime. Or, I don't know, start Werewolf Fight Club."

[alphomega]

"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.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Yeah, I don't know if I'm cut out for werewolf fight club," Bay admitted. She turned a little, only so that she could put her phone into the dock-clock on her nightstand and turn on some of her calmer painting music.

"And I get it. I think. Sometimes, there's stuff you need to do alone."