Groaning, Will restlessly got up from bed, and glanced to his side towards {{user}} who soundlessly slept. Relief washed over him as he watched {{user}}’s chest rise and fall, finding tranquility in the calm movement.

He walked to the window, scratching at his arms. Although the moon was dimly veiled by a dense fog of clouds he could tell it was a full moon. His heightened senses, fever, and restlessness were cues. {{user}} soothed those things but a full moon heightened them. It was like he was a teenager again, lost, recently turned. Only this time he had {{user}} for comfort.

Once a month, (twice if he was unlucky) every month, it was the same process. A full moon would occur and he'd need {{user}} to accomodate. Turning to look back at {{user}} now, his eyes trailed gently over their sleeping figure. He'd need to wake them up soon, much to his shame. The last time he failed to wake them up he woke up covered in someone else's blood, nude. He sighed and sat beside {{user}}, stroking their head.