[ ...okay, dude, the day has already been a fantastical cavalcade of horsehocky, all right? Waking up to literally destroying everything, feeling like an asshole because fucking hell, it's a hospital. What if he hadn't tried to look out the window?! And then the sheriff's station... man. MAN. There was absolutely nothing quite like the heart-pounding terror of firing that off in a crowded room full of people. He'd just been lucky he'd only taken out a window and a pay phone because holy goddamn hell, if it'd been a person? Seriously. Seriously, what the fuck. He'd figured the visor might let him see normally, you know. With colors other than red? But no, apparently it was just more-better-blowing shit up, he'd been appalled. So when the absolute stranger who, for some reason, immediately goes right up his back anyway asks him about it like he actually meant to do any of that, his posture, expression, and a glare straight through those glasses (though thankfully not actually through the glasses) makes it clear that he is 150% welcome to blow it directly out his ass, okay? Directly. ]
What's it to you, Wolfman?
[ Could he have explained any of the things above? Sure. Could he have shown some of the terror and remorse and shock and even fear he has about himself, about what he is? Absolutely. Is he going to?
Have you met Scott?
Note that the last is an answer to the second to last.]
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What's it to you, Wolfman?
[ Could he have explained any of the things above? Sure. Could he have shown some of the terror and remorse and shock and even fear he has about himself, about what he is? Absolutely. Is he going to?
Have you met Scott?
Note that the last is an answer to the second to last.]