The plan was to stay outside for the whole night, even into the morning if that's how long it took for Dante to wake up and leave. It would have been nicer if he could at least shift into his wolf form, it would keep him a little warmer but he couldn't risk it out here in the open. Josef just had to hope that the night wasn't going to get too cold. It didn't even cross his mind that Dante would find it in his heart to invite him inside, even clean up his wounds for him. Heck, he wasn't even sure if Dante knew he was out here. Apart of him hoped he could smell him, him-him, not his bloody wounds. That he'd realise his body still yearned for him even if his heart was broken. Given some time, Josef would make it up to him. He would. He had to.<br/><br/>Josef was stopped in the middle of his thoughts when the door opened, he managed to catch himself before he fell inside. He only hesitated just a moment before he stepped inside, since Dante didn't exactly invite him in. Despite being the alpha, Josef didn't hesitate in following Dante's direct orders. He didn't know what was going on but he trusted Dante, even if that wasn't a mutual feeling. Over the years, he'd lost the kind of muscular body that came with being a hunter but he still maintained himself, that much was obvious. The sting of the alcohol came as a surprise, making Josef audibly wince when it came in contact with his open wounds. He didn't even realise that they hurt so badly until now. The next few dabs didn't hurt as bad, now that he was actually prepared for it. This wasn't how he imagined Dante would treat his wounds, but this wasn't his imagination anymore. This was real, this was the Dante he'd deserted and hurt. Thinking about it like that, it made even less sense for him to be treating his injuries at all.<br/><br/>Without giving Dante time to react, Josef snatched the vodka from his hands and took a swig from it too. His words stung more than the alcohol, but luckily both injuries could be solved with alcohol too. "I miss my mum and dad." He said, seemingly from out of nowhere. "I miss them so, so much." His voice was wobbly, a clear sign he was about to cry. "And I miss you too Dante." He wiped his eyes before turning to face him properly, not wanting to seem weak, ironically. "I'm sorry I left you, and everyone else. I want to make everything okay again." He stole another quick swig. "I'm going to make everything okay again. And that mark won't be his anymore, it'll be..." it'll be mine, is what he wanted to say. "It'll be someone you want, someone who's good to you." Currently, Josef filled neither of those roles but he desperately wanted to and he hoped to prove that he could.