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Who: Aaron (timid_werewolf), Matt (gamepatch)
Where: Thorn
When: Tonight
Summary: Matt checks up on Aaron. Hey, he can care about people!
Rating: PG-13 for Matt language.

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[timid_werewolf]

To say that the past week had been hard was an understatement. With Sasuke gone...again, it was just harder to cope now. He thought he could deal with it, could be strong for Obito and keep an eye on Namine like Riqis seemed to want, but...he couldn't.

Not right now. His attention was focused on Freki, heavily pregnant and close to labor as she was, and his own direwolf. Work at the eatery passed in a blur and when the work was done he came home and slept. He was friendly when spoken to, but all the same...he was withdrawing into himself. Losing so many people over such a span hadn't hit him, not really. There had always been someone to fall back on. Itachi, or Sasuke, or Pamela or Viral...

But they were all gone.

At the knock he stood up, stretching, making his way to the door, opening it with a forced grin.

"Wouldn't do that to you. Your place, you're welcome in here..." he stepped back, allowing him entrance.

"Don't mind Freki...or Dreizehn." he added with a chuckle as the sibling wolves lay down once more, eyes closed.

[gamepatch]

Matt was pretty sure that Aaron would let him in without protest. If anyone could be counted on to be welcoming, it was him. But that didn't mean he didn't have bad days and Matt knew that. It's why he was there. He paused, looking down at Freki.

"Knocked up and single, huh. Doesn't seem right."

He smiled a bit and crouched down between them, arms draped across his knees. Matt studied him for a long moment before speaking.

"Some days are tougher than others around here."

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Matt didn't have to ask Aaron about how hard the past week had been. He'd seen it for himself, had gone through it himself, and that's really what gave him an understanding.

"Oh yeah. Here."

He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a plastic baggie with strips of something inside.

"Made some jerky for ya. Figured you might get hungry in the middle of the night and you've fed me enough times. It's edible, I swear."

The last part was added with a smirk.

[timid_werewolf]

Freki lifted her head, tilting it slightly, offering him a low whine, her tail thumping back and forth gently against her brother's back. Aaron sat back down on the bed, watching the three of them silently for a short time, prepared to drift back into his own thoughts, when Matt's voice jarred him back to his senses.

"Yeah...some days." he agreed, some of that false smile fading back, allowing Matt to see some of what he was attempting to hide away. Hey, Matt was his friend, he was attempting to save him some grief (in his mind!).

Though, at the motion of pulling that plastic baggie out his eyes fastened on the jerky, stomach rumbling lightly. Embarrased, he rubbed at his belly, reaching out a breath later to accept the bag.

"Hey, you wouldn't poison me." he smirked. "Wouldn't last long." Teasing, of course, but it was nice to fall into a semblance of normalcy again.

"Glad Mello is back?" he asked after a moment, opening the bag, eying the jerky. It...smelled really good...

[gamepatch]

Matt stroked his hand along the direwolf's head, his fingers curling to scratch one large ear. He kept his eyes on Aaron's face though. No matter how noble his effort, Matt wasn't fooled. But he did offer a lazy grin when Aaron's stomach rumbled, forcing him to accept the humble offering.

"And what would the rest of us do until you revived?" He was joking too, but there was something more serious underneath it. "Now that would be a bad day."

Matt fell silent when Aaron asked him that question. His head dropped forward for a few seconds before he lifted it again, took a breath and spoke.

"Fuckin' weird how things work around here, you know? Things change from one day to the next, seems like it's for the worse most of the time." The things that happen to them. The people that disappear. "But it's not always that way. Won't always be that way." Just when it gets to be almost too much, something good happens or someone returns