Lang's eyebrows came together, a line forming there between them. Concern softened his dark eyes.
"Are you okay? You don't look well..."
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Lang's eyebrows came together, a line forming there between them. Concern softened his dark eyes.
"Are you okay? You don't look well..."

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@mcsaiccfmusesââ sent: â You canât help what you feel, but you can help how you behave. â (Dustin to Lang)
   âBy not getting bent outta shape over something⌠trivial?â Lang said it with a hopeful note, shoving unruly blond-brown curls. âI mean, thatâs what Iâm trying to do.â He wouldnât get it. He wasnât like him. He wasnât a werewolf, having to constantly be aware of his emotions, to keep them in check. Even just the slightest provocation could make a werewolf lose control.Â
     âIâm trying that,â he said again, âevery single day.â His voice broke and he hated that it did. âItâs hard.â
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   âOh, good.â That was a load off his mind. Heâd been worried that the gesture--kind as it was--wouldnât go over well on account of black coffee. Friendships had ended for less, or so he figured. Speculated. Eh, it probably was it true but it seemed like something that might be true.
   Heâd gotten his with the cream and sugar he liked and took a cautious sip of it. Langââs attention drifted to the sketchbook, eyeing the drawing, before he quickly looked away, just incase he might be anything like himself--anxious to show any of his art while it was still a work in progress.Â
   âWhat happened last night?â he asked once his dark eyes came back to the other man. âBadness?â He imagined nightmares.
âI canât breathe,â he gasped. His fingers clutched tightly at nothing, nails digging into his palms when the fists formed. Oh, this was bad. A panic attack, but worse than thatâhe was losing control. If he didnât calm down soon, the shift would start. Once the wolf was outâ
 âI canâtâI gotta get outta here.â
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He hesitated a second before he reached in and grabbed a few of the Starbursts. Mostly cherry ones. Cool. Lang unwrapped one and popped it in his mouth.
"When is your shift over?" he asked around the candy as he chewed.

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He arrived at the table with two steaming take-out cups in hand.
âHey. I got coffee for you. I wasnât sure how you liked it, so I left it black.â Lang chewed on the inside of his cheek. âI hope thatâs okay?â There were sugar packets and creamer on the little counter nearby in case it wasnât.
âI wouldâve gotten muffins or something but I didnât know if you were hungry too.â
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"Wait... what? Val--You want to be--Valen--" Sentences only half-formed tumbled out of his mouth. And then no words at all.
Valentine's Day had always been a sort of joke growing up, hardly significant among other holidays. And she wanted--
"I've never had a Valentine before," Lang heard himself say. His racing heart made it difficult to hear much else.
i think the only way you can be happy is if you're yourself. (for Lang)
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Someone had abused the hell out of the book in Langâs hands. Plucked from the latest donation box, the paperback flopped where the spine had come undone. Water-logged and it smelled of mildew. And something sour, he thought, nose wrinkling. Carefully, he held the sodden pieces together as carefully as he could and turned to see the cover.
Habits of a Happy Brain. Self-help? Yeah, right, he thought, shaking his head. I donât think it helped the last guy very much. Doubt he's got a happy brain.
And thatâs when he heard a womanâs quiet voice interject and he jerked his head. He hadnât heard or sensed her, so engrossed had he been in unpacking the box. It took Lang several seconds to understand that sheâd said something, and another to stumble over âwhat?â, and one more long momentâseconds, minutes, hoursâwhere he could only gape at a pair of gray eyes.
Realization came rushing all at once, along with the flush of pink that climbed his neck. He looked down at the book. âI didnâtâI mean, itâs not mine. Itâs justââ He couldnât be sure sheâd said what he thought she said so âwhat?â came out again, and Lang smartly shut his mouth.Â