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venetia_sassyTakes place about six months after Pete and Patrick mate. Basic 'verse information here.
Patrick was thinner than he'd been the last time Bob had seen him. He looked tired, a bit worn, but there was something else, something Bob couldn't quite place until he scented the air and nearly dropped his burger, "Holy shit, dude, did you get mated?!"
Patrick flapped a hand at him, "Keep it down, keep it down, the whole diner doesn't need to know." But he was smiling as he said it. "Yeah, I did. About six months ago."
"Well hell, Stump, congratulations. Who is it? Have I met him?"
Patrick ducked his head and kept smiling, "His name's Pete and no, you haven't met him. Hardly anyone's met him yet."
Bob frowned at that. New mates could be wrapped up in each other but they generally wanted to shout their mating to the world as well.
Patrick saw his frown and matched it. "There are reasons ... look, it's not my story to tell but I can say this much. Pete ... isn't good at dealing with people. It's why I haven't been around the city much, we've mostly been staying in den territory. Pete ... he was hurt. Really hurt and he doesn't have much reason to trust strangers. He's just, maybe, starting to believe I'm not delusional when I say my packmates won't hurt him."
"Shit," Bob said softly.
"Yeah. He's ... he's young and his parents abandoned him, left him with some really nasty fuckers who had him for a while and they ... did a lot of damage."
"Are they dead?" Bob asked, feeling the growl trying to rise from his chest.
Patrick smiled, a very different smile to the previous ones and his eyes were suddenly a sharp gold, "They won't be hurting anyone else."
"Good," Bob said. He looked at the remains on his plate and pushed it away, his appetite gone. "Is he a cat?"
Patrick shook his head, "He's not changeling. He had no idea what the fuck a mating bond was. But I think he would have been dead by now, one way or another, if I hadn't found him, if we hadn't bonded. He's getting stronger though, happier. But there's no way he could cope with the city or with touring right now. Maybe ever." He shrugged. "My touring days might be over. We'll see."
Any other cause and Bob would have commiserated. But he saw the soft, glowing expression on Patrick's face and knew no sympathy was needed. He listened as Patrick talked about Pete's rare but amazing smile, his sharp intelligence, "And he likes music too. He listens to me play and he's thinking about trying an instrument himself, he never had the chance before. And I'm babbling, aren't I?"
Bob just smiled. "I'm happy for you, man. I hope I get to meet your amazing mate someday."
"Yeah, me too. Right now," he paused and looked Bob over, "You'd probably scare the shit out of him."
"What, too big and growly? Would Brian be better?"
"Brian the manic macaw? Oh Jesus, spare me."
"I'll tell him you said that."
"Since when do you hate me, Bryar?"
Patrick was thinner than he'd been the last time Bob had seen him. He looked tired, a bit worn, but there was something else, something Bob couldn't quite place until he scented the air and nearly dropped his burger, "Holy shit, dude, did you get mated?!"
Patrick flapped a hand at him, "Keep it down, keep it down, the whole diner doesn't need to know." But he was smiling as he said it. "Yeah, I did. About six months ago."
"Well hell, Stump, congratulations. Who is it? Have I met him?"
Patrick ducked his head and kept smiling, "His name's Pete and no, you haven't met him. Hardly anyone's met him yet."
Bob frowned at that. New mates could be wrapped up in each other but they generally wanted to shout their mating to the world as well.
Patrick saw his frown and matched it. "There are reasons ... look, it's not my story to tell but I can say this much. Pete ... isn't good at dealing with people. It's why I haven't been around the city much, we've mostly been staying in den territory. Pete ... he was hurt. Really hurt and he doesn't have much reason to trust strangers. He's just, maybe, starting to believe I'm not delusional when I say my packmates won't hurt him."
"Shit," Bob said softly.
"Yeah. He's ... he's young and his parents abandoned him, left him with some really nasty fuckers who had him for a while and they ... did a lot of damage."
"Are they dead?" Bob asked, feeling the growl trying to rise from his chest.
Patrick smiled, a very different smile to the previous ones and his eyes were suddenly a sharp gold, "They won't be hurting anyone else."
"Good," Bob said. He looked at the remains on his plate and pushed it away, his appetite gone. "Is he a cat?"
Patrick shook his head, "He's not changeling. He had no idea what the fuck a mating bond was. But I think he would have been dead by now, one way or another, if I hadn't found him, if we hadn't bonded. He's getting stronger though, happier. But there's no way he could cope with the city or with touring right now. Maybe ever." He shrugged. "My touring days might be over. We'll see."
Any other cause and Bob would have commiserated. But he saw the soft, glowing expression on Patrick's face and knew no sympathy was needed. He listened as Patrick talked about Pete's rare but amazing smile, his sharp intelligence, "And he likes music too. He listens to me play and he's thinking about trying an instrument himself, he never had the chance before. And I'm babbling, aren't I?"
Bob just smiled. "I'm happy for you, man. I hope I get to meet your amazing mate someday."
"Yeah, me too. Right now," he paused and looked Bob over, "You'd probably scare the shit out of him."
"What, too big and growly? Would Brian be better?"
"Brian the manic macaw? Oh Jesus, spare me."
"I'll tell him you said that."
"Since when do you hate me, Bryar?"
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Date: 2011-08-24 02:50 pm (UTC)*waits patiently for more*
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Date: 2011-08-26 01:49 pm (UTC)