Sig felt guilty for bringing someone home despite knowing. If Eivind shaving had sent Blue into a panic, bringing someone from Lofgren's pack wasn't a good thing. They were all just lucky it wasn't someone Blue knew. He would have felt a lot worse and Eivind likely would have gotten himself pretty roughed up trying to murder anyone who had touched his mate. He needed to be a little bit more careful in this territory. Sig didn't have many people he might avoid but those that would hurt someone he cared about were among the few. It was a shame Stellan was connected. Sig waited for Blue to scream at him but he took knowing what Sig had done to the truck pretty well. He'd gotten it back in one piece, after all. Running again, thanks to Stellan.<br/><br/>“I do like him, and it's nice being with another wolf again. Lots of things average humans can't understand. You're practically married into it. No need for secrets or appearances.” Like with the typical fling. Sig was honest enough he didn't like to hide things but of course, it was the way of it with humans. Most of the time. Blue and Eivind had a special circumstance. He nodded at the importance of what Blue told him about Stellan not repeating who he'd been having dinner with.<br/><br/>“I don't imagine it would go well with him being friendly with us so I doubt he'd say anything, but I will talk to him.”<br/><br/>They walked back to where Stellan was waiting patiently, Blue answering his question. Sig expected unease, perhaps even some hostility from Blue, but he was relaxed, exchanging friendly conversation.<br/><br/>Eivind was tense the entire time until Blue returned to plaster himself against his side with a kiss against his neck. He'd decided to let the other wolf stay and Blue seemed okay. Not upset and his mood seemed even. He was looking closely at his face before turning to look at Stellan, who'd come around the couch to ask if they were okay.<br/><br/>“Yeah,” was all Eivind said, never the friendly face even without the unsavory connection.<br/><br/>“That's Eivind. He's normally not very nice anyway. Don't take it personally,” Sig introduced instead as he looked through the bag of groceries, putting things away and keeping out what he'd need.<br/><br/>“Stellan, you want to help me in here?” Sig requested, mostly to keep distance between the two males. Eivind said it was fine, but he also wasn't feeling at his best. Sig didn't want to stress the grumpy male out more than necessary.<br/><br/>“I'm sure he'll be in a better mood once he gets some meat in his stomach,” Sig said, hopeful that would help peak his interest. “Right, Eivind, you're just hungry.” They'd made do with what they had but it had probably been a while since Eivind had what his body truly craved. Even if they had it, meat was hard to digest and they weren't sure if the sickly wolf would be able to keep it down. Today was probably a good day to try, and he knew what he was making would go over well with the wolf.<br/><br/>He had Stellan cup up the beef tenderloin and potatoes into appropriately sized cubes while he cooked the unions to death. He set the potatoes up to cook, adding the steak to the caramelized unions only after he made a horseradish cream sauce. The simple steak, union, and potato recipe usually called for a raw egg yolk, not something most Americans cared for. He poured the egg white out of his and plated his served out of the egg shell but fried the others to their specifications if they were opposed. It was an easy to throw together dinner and he was able to give Stellan some attention while he waited for the potatoes to become tender. How the rest of the dinner was going to go, he wasn't sure. It was during this time he leaned in close and told Stellan that he couldn't say where he'd been to his alpha, and more specifically who he'd been with. They would smell Sig all over him, but he didn't really count. He wasn't a part of the pack. Just a wanderer.<br/><br/>“We'll set up in the living room, yeah?” Sig suggested, looking to Blue for what he thought was best. Sig thought that between them they could get over any awkwardness. Sig thought he was pretty good at making the most of any situation and Eivind was pleased, even though he tried to hide it, when a plate worthy of him was brought over. Sig chose the rarely if ever used love seat to share with Stellan, setting them up before getting everyone a beer, or whatever they wanted.<br/><br/>“Where'd you meet?” Eivind asked evenly.<br/><br/>“Uhh,” Sig started, scrunching his face for a moment. He didn't want Stellan to have to lie. “I stalled your truck.. He stopped to help me push it out of the way. It's way heavy. Then he got it running again, an easy fix. I didn't do anything that bad, I promise.” He just didn't understand exactly what he'd done. “And well, I thought he deserved some hospitality for going out of his way.” He was licking his lips, hoping Eivind wasn't too angry.<br/><br/>“I think you've already given him plenty of hospitality, Sig.” Eivind didn't smile or laugh, and some might have taken it as an insult. Sig knew Eivind well enough that it was his grumpy attempt at a joke and Sig grinned, nudging Stellan.<br/><br/>“See, he's not so bad. You think you're funny, don't you?” Eivind seemed to be at peace with food, Blue pressed up close to him. He then looked to Stellan.<br/><br/>“I knew you were from his pack not from your scent. Just simply because I've seen who you run with before. You've not been around Lofgren for a while though. Why is that?” Eivind asked directly. When he really took him in all he could really smell was Sig, motor oil, and the faint hint of tobacco smoke.<br/><br/>Sig had dumped the yolk out onto his place, opening it and pushing it around and into the other food on his plate, hoping this didn't go south.