It's an awkward sort of domestic, but Dwayne has done worse. He's rescued strays before and he's pretty sure once they've settled in, gotten feed and gotten the game of it, and gone over Dwayne's SOP, they'll be on more solid ground.
And distract them from the fact that the kid is putting off some very...confusing signals and Dwayne is still trying to figure out exactly what to make of that. He absently wonders if Josh realizes just how much older he is...It's easy to forget at times that even if he knows he's just skated right past forty-five, his body lost track of things somewhere around a decade ago. Mostly. Some days, he's pretty sure it still shows in the eyes, maybe a little bit on his posture and the way he pinches his mouth, but he's kept in good shape and the lycanthropy virus, well...it's been a big help, too.
So fed would be a great distraction. Dwayne needs about five times the calories a human does even without shifting, and he can only make up so much of that with protein drinks and Powerbars. And he figures that the time it'll take him to wash up and change will give Josh a bit of time to...process everything.
"Feel free to figure out what you think you can put together out of what's there. Open season." He gestures, indicating Josh can have free run of the supplies. It's nothing especially fancy or complicated, but there's plenty of basics...Plus a very good share of meat. Man cannot live on canned soup and TV dinners alone. "We aren't millionaires or anything, but covering the grocery bill, that we can do."
Well, okay, he's lying a bit. But in his own defense, most of Dwayne's personal millionaire status is tied up in investments and non-liquid assets. It's not like his (tiny handful of, not mega-multi) millions are just lying around on the coffee table- keeping that balance up takes work.
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Date: 2015-04-05 11:53 am (UTC)And distract them from the fact that the kid is putting off some very...confusing signals and Dwayne is still trying to figure out exactly what to make of that. He absently wonders if Josh realizes just how much older he is...It's easy to forget at times that even if he knows he's just skated right past forty-five, his body lost track of things somewhere around a decade ago. Mostly. Some days, he's pretty sure it still shows in the eyes, maybe a little bit on his posture and the way he pinches his mouth, but he's kept in good shape and the lycanthropy virus, well...it's been a big help, too.
So fed would be a great distraction. Dwayne needs about five times the calories a human does even without shifting, and he can only make up so much of that with protein drinks and Powerbars. And he figures that the time it'll take him to wash up and change will give Josh a bit of time to...process everything.
"Feel free to figure out what you think you can put together out of what's there. Open season." He gestures, indicating Josh can have free run of the supplies. It's nothing especially fancy or complicated, but there's plenty of basics...Plus a very good share of meat. Man cannot live on canned soup and TV dinners alone. "We aren't millionaires or anything, but covering the grocery bill, that we can do."
Well, okay, he's lying a bit. But in his own defense, most of Dwayne's personal millionaire status is tied up in investments and non-liquid assets. It's not like his (tiny handful of, not mega-multi) millions are just lying around on the coffee table- keeping that balance up takes work.