He can’t believe any of it had even taken place. If he weren’t seeing the blood and dirt wash off of his skin and swirl down the drain, he thinks he could just pretend it was all a dream. He thinks about Flora, he thinks about Lain, he thinks about Val in the bedroom. Anton has seen a lot of things, he turns into half a wolf, but what had transpired, the way he’d watched mere mortals just shift into something monstrous…His fingers slide through his hair and then he’s turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Nothing really feels real until he’s toweled off and sitting on the edge of the bed in his sweats. “How are you doing?” His voice is quiet as he sits there with his elbows on his knees and he looks over to Val on the bed. @ouchval​