"Lionel," Simon breathed as he entered the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them.
"Where have you been??" the werewolf immediately demanded, distress slipping into his voice. "What did they do to you??"
Simon averted his mismatched eyes. "A lot…" he whispered finally. "I ran. Moved up near Seattle."
"And you didn't think to send me anything? Word that you weren't dead?" Lionel had begun to pace the room, waves of nervous energy rolling off of him. "And why show up now? After three years?"
The other man fell silent for a long time, until…. "I was afraid. I tried to start over. I–I met someone, it was working… but…"
Lionel waited for him to finish, but he never did.
"You know what, this was a mistake. I'm sorry for disrupting you. Have a nice life."
