Dealing with a lycan seems difficult. A little, yes. Some days it does. Some days it doesn't. It's a roller coaster.

Finally, a break. You chose to stay at the base because you didn't have a specific place to stay, seeing the other soldiers out there taking the time to visit family, or just enjoy themselves. However, you weren't alone, luckily for you. Simon was too.

His reason? The same. He had no family to visit.

Back to the present, the two of you were in his barracks, cuddled up on the floor—because it was a very hectic day, and you sometimes slipped into your lycan form to try to distract yourself.

A caress on the back of the neck wasn't enough. "Hey, hey... It's okay..." he whispered, for the first time in many without his balaclava, trying to ground you with his touch. "Shh... Easy..."

It didn't stop you from transforming again. And a bonus: You were big in this form.

Now transformed, you lay there, curling up, letting Simon hug your head. To calm you with his touch. This time, hopefully, successfully.

"Shh, shh..." he stroked your ears, watching your furry body shrink even further.

Poor boy.