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Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the bar for a while. Or, well, at least when he wasn't bloodied and semi-conscious.

Anyway. Jack hobbles downstairs, limping heavily as he heads for the chairs by the fireplace. His right arm is still in a sling, his knee still rigid, though the brusing around his eye and the red welt left from the burn on his cheek have faded a fair bit. He still doesn't look as though he's slept much though, which would probably be because he hasn't.

The noise and bustle in the bar is a little jarring, a little uncomfortable. After so many months living in a quiet, secluded area, he's not used to being around so many people at once. But it's better than sitting in his room for another day, staring at the TV or the walls.

He settles into a chair, propping his left leg on an ottoman. Pulling a book from inside his sling, he settles in to read, though not averse to companionship at the moment. Just don't be surprised if he's a little twitchy.

[ooc: Not sure how late I'll be on, and ~~access is likely to be a little interrupted crap, have to run for a minute--back in a bit~~, but I'm perfectly willing to slowtime--just bear in mind that slowtimes from tonight won't be tagged until after 6 pm tomorrow. Work is kicking my ass again. And I'm back!]

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"Something... like that."

"That's incredibly creepy."

Beat.

"... yeah."

He's not sure what else to say to that.

"Did they follow you all the way through the forest?"

"Some of them... did. Most didn't want to go all the way to the edge."

"And that has something to do with...?" He gestures towards Behrooz's face.

Behrooz shrugs slightly.

"Maybe... I guess it would..."

"Well, considering that's when they changed, it would make sense."

"... if people's eys changed from being around wolves."

Which, in some worlds, they do! But Behrooz doesn't say that. Yet.

"Well, we've probably both seem weirder here. Besides, if they changed while you were in that world, it had to have been something there. Maybe not the wolves, but something you had contact with."

"I guess I wouldn't really know," he says carefully.

"It doesn't sound like there's another likely explanation, after all."

Behrooz shifts slightly again.

"It doesn't seem like it."