"You could have done worse," Dwayne says, a small smile on his face. "I've got a few stories of jobs that didn't go exactly right, myself."
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Josh taking an extra-long shower is also a good chance for Dwayne to change, then wolf down a couple of protein bars. By the time the younger man is done, Dwayne is feeling a bit more secure in his stomach's status.
That doesn't mean he wants to wait on dinner, though. "Busy day, if you want to get dinner on, I definitely won't complain." His wolf is tempted to go rushing into the bathroom and get every last scent of Josh's scent while it's still fresh and wet, but Dwayne has more restraint than that. He's comfortably out of his suit and in a pair of sweats and T-shirt, which is a vast improvement, even if it takes away some of that "respectable businessman" image.
And he's fairly pleased with his size guesses for Josh's wardrobe, including the slightly snug T-shirt. Dwayne is reminded that for a werewolf, he's a lazy bastard. He's in excellent shape, but not nearly as defined...aside from his supernatural advantage, he mostly just relies on a regular jog, some light weights work, and the occasional sparring to keep himself on the ball.
It's not just strength, after all. In the ring, he'd taken down plenty of guys who'd put too much confidence in just being bigger. Likewise, he'd dropped more than a few who'd assumed because Dwayne was big, he put all his focus on it in a fight.
Having decided to take the middle ground, Dwayne drops down on the couch, in conversing distance to the open kitchen without crowding Josh. Wolf instincts at work even when he doesn't plan for it.
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Josh taking an extra-long shower is also a good chance for Dwayne to change, then wolf down a couple of protein bars. By the time the younger man is done, Dwayne is feeling a bit more secure in his stomach's status.
That doesn't mean he wants to wait on dinner, though. "Busy day, if you want to get dinner on, I definitely won't complain." His wolf is tempted to go rushing into the bathroom and get every last scent of Josh's scent while it's still fresh and wet, but Dwayne has more restraint than that. He's comfortably out of his suit and in a pair of sweats and T-shirt, which is a vast improvement, even if it takes away some of that "respectable businessman" image.
And he's fairly pleased with his size guesses for Josh's wardrobe, including the slightly snug T-shirt. Dwayne is reminded that for a werewolf, he's a lazy bastard. He's in excellent shape, but not nearly as defined...aside from his supernatural advantage, he mostly just relies on a regular jog, some light weights work, and the occasional sparring to keep himself on the ball.
It's not just strength, after all. In the ring, he'd taken down plenty of guys who'd put too much confidence in just being bigger. Likewise, he'd dropped more than a few who'd assumed because Dwayne was big, he put all his focus on it in a fight.
Having decided to take the middle ground, Dwayne drops down on the couch, in conversing distance to the open kitchen without crowding Josh. Wolf instincts at work even when he doesn't plan for it.