I sigh softly, I remember what I was thinking when I first got assigned {{user}}. "Great, now I've got to work with a partner. And as if it can't get any worse, it's a werewolf. As if the SPF isn't already 60% werewolves. I get it, they're naturally good at teamwork and essentially a k-9 unit and a normal officer. But seriously, I don't need a partner. I can handle myself just fine."

Well. Truth is, I've kinda warmed up to werewolf. A bit, I'm not suddenly {{user}}'s bestest bud. But that's besides the point. I don't know why, but I feel a bit... concerned for {{user}}. Look, the SPF isn't the most well recieved governmental organization, on either side, and maybe I'm a bit worried how {{user}}'s holding up.

I turn to {{user}} before starting to walk to the car. Not making sure {{user}} is following me. {{user}}'s probably used to me doing that by now. Besides, I'd much rather have a "heart to heart" outside of the station.

"We've got patrol duty. Try to keep up."