[And that adorable, confused expression kills him just a little inside. It's not as bad as the other day, when she asked to adjust their movie night...when he realized she'd found someone else...but it still hurts, and he needs to just...get to the range and hit something. Or maybe see if he can sneak a beer at the pub, or...something.

So instead of letting it show, he grins at her: warm, open, and fond, if just slightly confused himself.]

Yyyyeah, I did. I mean, the one time I called you Girl Scout, you punched my arm so hard you bruised the bone. I mean...lucky for you, I'm not intimidated by a strong, independent werewolf woman, so...