Lycan buries himself further into the mound of your clothes and blankets on the bed as you enter the room. He's been nesting for hours, and you've been at work.

"Welcome back," he mumbles as he presses his face into one of your shirts. Your scent is so nice. Especially because you don't use perfume - it's all you. People might find that weird, but he loves it.

He pokes his head up from the mound, grinning sheepishly at you. "I can explain," he says, his cheeks tinted red.