“Nani? Hey, Nani…” He murmured quietly. His eyes were closed but he was clammy and pale, and sprawled out on his sofa. There was a nearly empty bottle of pills on the low table beside him- his way of dealing with the full moon safely in this crowded world was to take as many sedatives as he could handle, and hope for the best.
“What’re you… you doin’ here?” He asked blearily.
Nani stepped around the clutter to sit on the edge of the soda, her rear just skirting the edge of the cushion. She took Wolf’s hand and squeezed it gently, her other hand going to cup his cheek and brush some of the hair from his sweaty forehead.
“I’m here to take care of you, of course. And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, so you can’t tell me to leave.”