Jack's Room, 33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

After he got back to the island, Jack spent most of the day Saturday parked in front of intentionally bad TV. It was easier not to think about what had happened in Beacon Hills if he was staring at Kardashian Kleavage. He went to bed early, fell into a dreamless sleep.

Sunday had promised more of the same until he checked his school email and realized his midterms were during the coming week. He groaned and turned on his laptop. Werewolf angst could wait: Right now, he had to pull a half-decent paper on the Bayeaux tapestry together if he had any hope of passing the last class for his major.

[OOC: Open to visits, calls, etc.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Yes. Or I do. Derek's fine except for the day the moon's at its peak, lucky bastard. Weres in his world have a fair amount of control from what I've seen,no matter what the hunters want you to think."

[so_hawkward]

"So... he's actually like the least dangerous?" Good job Clint, good job. "This is probably kind of a personal question so you can tell me if I shouldn't ask but, do you wish it hadn't happened? Like, do you wish you could be human?"

[bitten_notshy]

"If he's dangerous, it's not because he's a werewolf," Jack said, and then his eyes slid to the side. "I don't know. I try not to regret things. I'm not happy it happened -- but I enjoy what I can do."

[so_hawkward]

"It does seem like a decent trade, 28 days of cool tricks in exchange for three days of crap," Clint said, managing a small smile. "I really messed up with you guys, huh?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Not too badly with me," Jack acknowledged. "I can't speak for Derek, though."

[so_hawkward]

Clint sighed. "Well, at least I'm 1 for 2. And now I know not to trust hunters from Derek's place," he said. "I'm glad you're okay. And I appreciate you talking to me about this stuff."