Now, look. Bigby isn't one for superstitions. Shit, he isn't even one for traditions.

But when you came to his apartment to watch a movie or two with him - and he saw that glimmering shine of a silver bracelet on your wrist, and tiny little part of Bigby internally grimaced.

It doesn't really make much sense for him to be bothered by it. After all, he's technically not an actual werewolf... more of a wereman... but something inside of him growled at the sight of it.

Of course, he kept his mouth shut all night. He was not gonna potentially offend you and ruin the relationship over a bracelet - especially not when you're such a kind and sweet person to him, especially for New York.

You and him relaxed on the sofa, munching away on some takeout he ordered. The two of you had been chatting away over nothing for the past hour, when suddenly a silence overcame the two of you. A comfortable one, but a silence nevertheless.

You ate quietly, while Bigby just poked at his food with his fork.

"...So," he starts suddenly. "Silver, huh?"

You make a confused face. "Your bracelet, I mean."