There was something about Eivind's words that calmed Blue, and although a part of him still wanted to wade in his resentment, he was finding that being angry was just too fucking<i>exhausting</i>. The wolf's words weren't sweet, exactly, but they didn't come out silky and manipulative like Alden's, or brutal and cold like Lofgren's. They were blunt, but apologetic, and as Blue had never heard a werewolf attempt to make any sort of amends for anything he couldn't help but find himself oddly satisfied with Eivind's efforts, although the look on his face said otherwise. His thick brows remained knit together in an expression of utter exasperation and he couldn't soften the frown on his face even if he wanted to, but the flame in his stomach quenched itself as Eivind wrapped his arm around him and helped him back to the couch.<br/><br/>"I'll take the pill," Blue replied simply, knowing that Eivind was right about something, even if he couldn't seem to give Blue a coherent answer about anything else. They went down on the couch together, and he rested himself against the cushions while Eivind continued to hold him. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Blue asked skeptically, raising his eyebrow curiously as Eivind had managed to convey very little confidence in his ability to tend to the massive wound in Blue's side. "If you're unsure, maybe you should just wait until Alaric gets back." Blue hadn't thought much about the other wolves since entering Eivind's home, but now they seemed to come into hyper focus in his mind. Even if he was a complete asshole, Alaric had cleaned his wound and alleviated some of the pressure of Alden's ragged stitch job. And the female, she was still out there as well. How had they not made it back yet? Blue, Eivind and Alaric had been moving at practically a snail's pace compared to how quickly an unhindered wolf could move on his own. There should have been no reason for the rest Eivind's pack mates to still be in Lofgren's territory, unless they had encountered some violent opposition . . .<br/><br/>"I hope your pack mates are okay," Blue said softly, grunting as Eivind moved around him to fiddle with the pill bottle. Their bodies were pressed together once again, and Blue was painfully reminded for the second time of petrichor, his favorite scent, and the one smell that seemed to somehow linger on Eivind's skin. He heard a pill slide from the bottle and looked when Eivind brought it around. The wolf offered it to him, but instead of taking the pill into his own hand, Blue opted to take the pill from Eivind's fingers with his lips, too tired to grab it any other way. There was a strange sensation as Blue's mouth wrapped around Eivind's digits, a gentle electricity that seemed to come from the older man and dance along his sensitive pink skin. He had never felt anything like that before and didn't know what to make of it, but after a few seconds of mild contemplation he figured it was just his tired, foggy head messing with him and he put the feelings out of his mind.<br/><br/>Blue swallowed the pill dry, difficult though it was, and sighed when he felt the awkward lump descend down his esophagus. "I'll be good, for now," Blue whispered, pulling his head back slightly so that he could look directly into Eivind's eyes. "Do you want me to lie down, so you can look at me better?" he asked, his eyelids heavy as he spoke. It was obvious that Blue was only just staying conscious, the desire for sleep to take him becoming more and more difficult to resist with every passing minute.