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"Four years?" He scratched gently at the back of his neck and shook his head in response. "I missed him this time. But you know, I'll be around soon. You know my mother wouldn't let me get away with not visiting regularly." Time sure did fly on by. He was glad to see that Ivy wasn't like most people in this town, too scared and nervous to branch out and do other things. Rarely did anyone leave and then come back though, which made him curious as to what had brought her back. Seeing as her friend wasn't too keen on jumping into the conversation, Sequoia wasn't going to awkwardly ignore the subtle nod that they'd have to catch up when they were both free. "Sorry, you're right, you are right. I don't want to be a date crasher." He cracked a small smile at the wolf beside him, who'd a look on his face that he couldn't read as outright disdain, but annoyance seemed to come close; even as he tried to hide it with an obvious fake smile of his own. Sequoia couldn't ignore the way his hand tucked into a tighter fist around his bottle, or how his eyes would cut toward the corners as though sizing him up. It was hard for Sequoia to completely gage the wolf sitting, but whatever he may have lacked in height, he made up for in muscle he could tell. A wolf was more dangerous than just for size alone. Sequoia knew better than to underestimate him at all.<br/>
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He knew if he stood around for too much longer eventually, he'd have to bring up his parents and talking about the death of his father was still brand new, but it also just didn't seem like the time nor place. "I'll check with Tyler next time I visit, maybe we can all head to the old diner – go out for shakes and burgers like the old days." With one final pass at her friend, Sequoia wished them both a good night. Though, his gaze did linger a bit longer on Ivy before he finally headed out of the crowded bar.<br/>
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He paused outside, almost contemplating hanging around. It was clear the wolf was very territorial over her, but it was hard to get a read on Ivy and whether they were dating or not. The local bar wasn't some exclusive hangout and Sequoia could find some reason to hang around if he needed to, but after already leaving he felt that it would be too obvious. Still, he couldn't shake the bad feeling. A strange wolf coming into town wasn't really uncommon, but with what had happened recently, he felt it only right to be cautious. He owed it to Tyler at least to make sure that she got home safe.<br/>
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Sequoia decided to walk across the street and grab himself a coffee to mellow out before he considered getting behind the wheel. It wasn't directly across from the bar, but if he sat on the second floor, he'd have a perfect and unobscured view to see Ivy leaving. All he wanted was to make sure that she got home. That was the plan at least.<br/>
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