[He's used to 'Al,' however, when he's being scolded, so it doesn't even register as he flashes her a lazy smile through the still jostling feed.] Babe, it's the stairs...and I'm out here in nothing but shorts. I'm rushing, not freaking.
[At least that was his story, and he was sticking to it. And yes, maybe he was a little overprotective and had been since the whole deal with Jackson...but it was all he had.
They were all he had.
His mother had never wanted him, and his father...he was too busy trying to live up to the task of leading their family when it wasn't a thing male Argents did. With no head of the family, Chris Argent was it. It was a heavy burden, and Alan respected him for what he was trying to do...
But the Code didn't change. Dad still thought they could hunt, but with more wisdom, with greater care...Berzerkers and Wendigos, things less civilized and willing to live peacefully alongside humans than werewolves.
And Alan didn't want it. We Protect Those Who Cannot Protect Themselves...that was his new Code, the one he followed in silence. Every breath, every act followed that new personal law, and when he'd told the pack they all looked at him with such respect and so much...love...
They were proud of him in ways his family never would be.
So maybe he was a little extreme in living up to their expectations. Being the man Scout thought he could be, earning the kind of trust Lydia put in him with her friendship and her confidence, even the respect and camaraderie that Stiles had always offered him, rather than mistrust because he was dating the guy's best friend.
He'd seen too many lives end because the Argents hunted those who hunted them. He saved more by protecting others...so he was going to protect the people who mattered to him at any cost.]
And it all depends on what the Admiral can control. [Anyone who could make deals like the one he made...saving Stiles, destroying the Nogitsune...he had a hard time believing a guy like that couldn't avoid trapping his whole pack in some cave somewhere and somehow inducing an asthma attack in an Alpha werewolf.]
[BFF Filter]
[At least that was his story, and he was sticking to it. And yes, maybe he was a little overprotective and had been since the whole deal with Jackson...but it was all he had.
They were all he had.
His mother had never wanted him, and his father...he was too busy trying to live up to the task of leading their family when it wasn't a thing male Argents did. With no head of the family, Chris Argent was it. It was a heavy burden, and Alan respected him for what he was trying to do...
But the Code didn't change. Dad still thought they could hunt, but with more wisdom, with greater care...Berzerkers and Wendigos, things less civilized and willing to live peacefully alongside humans than werewolves.
And Alan didn't want it. We Protect Those Who Cannot Protect Themselves...that was his new Code, the one he followed in silence. Every breath, every act followed that new personal law, and when he'd told the pack they all looked at him with such respect and so much...love...
They were proud of him in ways his family never would be.
So maybe he was a little extreme in living up to their expectations. Being the man Scout thought he could be, earning the kind of trust Lydia put in him with her friendship and her confidence, even the respect and camaraderie that Stiles had always offered him, rather than mistrust because he was dating the guy's best friend.
He'd seen too many lives end because the Argents hunted those who hunted them. He saved more by protecting others...so he was going to protect the people who mattered to him at any cost.]
And it all depends on what the Admiral can control. [Anyone who could make deals like the one he made...saving Stiles, destroying the Nogitsune...he had a hard time believing a guy like that couldn't avoid trapping his whole pack in some cave somewhere and somehow inducing an asthma attack in an Alpha werewolf.]