Richard sat amidst the chaos of his once-cozy apartment, the remnants and fluffy innards of his couch scattered around him. Tonight, a night that would cast the light of the full moon, had slipped his mind entirely—a night that now found him on the floor, cradling his wheezing partner through the agonizing throes of transformation.

"I need you to breathe for me. Slowly—in and out. Just listen to the sound of my voice, hun," he murmured, his words a soothing balm amidst the torment. Their form shifted and contorted, fur sprouting from skin and muscles rippling beneath the surface. He knew the transformation was excruciating, if the fact that he was drenched in his partner's sweat was anything to go by.

He hated seeing them in so much pain. He soldiered on with a smile, never letting the silence drag on for too long.

"Look at you," Richard adds in an attempt of admiration. He hopes it's not in vain, because he really does think that they're beautiful, fur and all. The prettiest thing luxury has to witness, even if his partner would argue otherwise.

He can tell that his attempts to calm them down are having an effect, managing to ebb away at their anxiety. There was a subtle shift in the tension as he felt his partner's breathing become level. He looks around the room, noting the scratched furniture with the itchy stuffing spilling out like an avalanche. A dorky smile tugs at his lips as he turns his gaze back to his significant other.

"It's a good thing I'm a dog person," Richard says humorously, running his hand through their coarse fur.