<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind snorted at the idea of anyone spending a hundred bucks on a pair of jeans, but he understood that Blue wanted to look decent. They'd meet somewhere in the middle. Eivind didn't understand it completely, the draw to clothing, but he didn't need to in this instance. If it made Blue happy, that was the important thing. It was already going to be stressful enough for Blue returning to his parent's after so long, and on top of that, he was going to have to hide a lot of what happened. Eivind didn't know how much Blue wanted to talk about it, but he couldn't say he'd been captured, raped, and attacked by a werewolf. And then recaptured by the man he was now with.<br/>
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Eivind was oblivious to the two ladies chatting away, but he noticed Blue's irritation easily with his shifted around. He waited for him to say something, but instead of an explanation, he only took Eivind's hand and asked if they could leave.<br/>
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  "Of course," Eivind told him, still a little confused, but he'd cleaned his plate. Blue had eaten more than Eivind expected, and so there was really no reason to argue. When they got back into his truck, Blue seemed more at ease, and Eivind headed them off in the direction Blue was pointing. The air conditioner worked fine in the truck, but the radio didn't. It wouldn't even turn on to give them a time. It more so had to do with what Eivind prioritized, and most of the time a radio tower for music didn't reach them anyway. Blue's question registered to him after a few seconds.<br/>
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"Uhh, I don't really know," Eivind admitted, and then reached to open the middle console, digging around until he found his watch. He pulled it to his face and then handed it to Blue. It was stainless steel, with a brown leather band. Simple, of course, but it said it was 9:14 am on a Tuesday. No telling what date it was, or how long Blue had actually been gone for. Eivind honestly didn't keep track of the days sometimes himself.<br/>
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"Do you have any idea what you're going to say to your parents?" Eivind asked when they were getting out, realizing that it was looming closer and closer. He hated to slash the young man's happy demeanor, but surely he had to have been giving it some thought. They'd just sort of muddled through at the hospital, avoiding where they could. Legally, they couldn't pry, but parents certainly could. Of course, they didn't have to show them Blue's injury. If they were careful it wouldn't be obvious, and Eivind doubted there would be any roughhousing.<br/>
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Eivind had handed Blue his entire wallet upon coming through the wide doors. With Blue handling everything, he figured that it would be easier. Eivind didn't care if he signed for him, and it was easier to give permission that way than it was for Blue to have to ask over every little thing. 'All that you think is necessary,' was all Eivind had said.<br/>
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The first transaction had been declined, and Eivind had to call his bank and give the last four digits of his social over the phone. Apparently, they thought his card had been compromised considering the sudden, unusual charges. Eivind was in a different town, using it for hospital bills, hotels, and now a shopping spree apparently. He authorized the charges before as well, telling his bank to take those off of investigation, and that yes, he had been the one using the card. After that, all was well, and all of his funds were accessible to him once more. They apologized profusely, but Eivind thought it was funny, more than it annoyed him apparently.<br/>
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"They didn't think it was me because I'm usually so predictable," Eivind told Blue grinning. "Carry on. It's sorted."</span></span>