10-10-2014, 08:36 AM
Jensen tried to meet his gaze. "Now come on. What could be so bad?"
It was the way he said it. It reminded Calvin of things he would have said to Benji when he was upset. Good memories...enough for a smile. And Calvin did smile for a moment remembering the good times. Jensen had found a hole in his shield and Calvin, although smiling, was a little confused. He wasn’t sure he liked that Jensen had found a way to get past his defenses, but at the same time he was glad. Regardless, he still was conflicted about telling him his story and decided not to – not yet.
”Excuse me for a bit, I need some fresh air.”
Calvin moved toward the window; he didn’t want to go outside.
Calvin opened the window and leaned on the sill, letting his head go outside for a bit. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and his gaze shifted in the night – looking for signs of it. He had smelled it – smoke, fire. Calvin sniffed the air, trying to discern his direction. He found it – towards the west. Some type of subdivision. He couldn’t see the fire itself – it must have just started. Hell he could probably only smell it because of his wolf abilities.
Even though the bad thoughts were still nagging and the desire for alcohol was still there, Jensen had awoken something within him. He wanted to help. He probably was the only one who could, until someone called the fire department. Calvin had no address – only a vague idea. He could find the house; he was sure of it. They could call the fire department when they got there. He just wanted to make sure the people were safe.
Calvin closed the window and started putting on his winter gear. ”There’s a fire. It’s small but getting bigger fast. I have a vague idea of where it is. If we get there fast enough we may be able to save the people there and give the fire department an actual address instead of sending them on a wild goose chase.”
Calvin said we…maybe it was an act of faith that made him think Jensen would join him. ”I could walk, but a motorcycle would be faster.”
As he said it, Calvin finished putting on his gear. He neglected putting the scarf around his face. He’d be able to smell easier that way. He wrapped it around his neck and looked at Jensen – eyes asking for him to help him with this.
It was the way he said it. It reminded Calvin of things he would have said to Benji when he was upset. Good memories...enough for a smile. And Calvin did smile for a moment remembering the good times. Jensen had found a hole in his shield and Calvin, although smiling, was a little confused. He wasn’t sure he liked that Jensen had found a way to get past his defenses, but at the same time he was glad. Regardless, he still was conflicted about telling him his story and decided not to – not yet.
”Excuse me for a bit, I need some fresh air.”
Calvin moved toward the window; he didn’t want to go outside.
Calvin opened the window and leaned on the sill, letting his head go outside for a bit. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and his gaze shifted in the night – looking for signs of it. He had smelled it – smoke, fire. Calvin sniffed the air, trying to discern his direction. He found it – towards the west. Some type of subdivision. He couldn’t see the fire itself – it must have just started. Hell he could probably only smell it because of his wolf abilities.
Even though the bad thoughts were still nagging and the desire for alcohol was still there, Jensen had awoken something within him. He wanted to help. He probably was the only one who could, until someone called the fire department. Calvin had no address – only a vague idea. He could find the house; he was sure of it. They could call the fire department when they got there. He just wanted to make sure the people were safe.
Calvin closed the window and started putting on his winter gear. ”There’s a fire. It’s small but getting bigger fast. I have a vague idea of where it is. If we get there fast enough we may be able to save the people there and give the fire department an actual address instead of sending them on a wild goose chase.”
Calvin said we…maybe it was an act of faith that made him think Jensen would join him. ”I could walk, but a motorcycle would be faster.”
As he said it, Calvin finished putting on his gear. He neglected putting the scarf around his face. He’d be able to smell easier that way. He wrapped it around his neck and looked at Jensen – eyes asking for him to help him with this.