Lofgren's words were cold and direct, but they were true as far as Blue could tell. Standing close to him now, the man seemed even more imposing than he had before. Blue was tall enough, a little bit above six feet, but he was lean with long limbs and gentle lines that had often been described as "pretty" by companions, never masculine or intimidating. Even compared to Blue's respectable height, Lofgren appeared gigantic. There was no situation, barring Blue managing to get a hold of that gun, that would result in the human making a successful exit from Lofgren's small abode as long as the man was close. He wanted very much to leave, but Lofgren's words were just<i>too true</i>. He had lost a lot of blood. If anything, the scent of the wound would make him more attractive to predators. There was no guarantee that Blue could make it back without encountering something else that wanted to kill him. Lofgren was strange, he was frightening. But he hadn't hurt Blue yet. An encounter with another wolf would most definitely result in Blue's death. Staying with Lofgren, at least for the moment, seemed like the smarter choice. The man couldn't sit around watching him forever, right?<br/><br/>"Perhaps you're right, Lofgren," Blue said, smiling weakly and feigning any amount of pleasantry he could manage to conjure in his face. "I am feeling pretty exhausted. I wouldn't get very far, would I?" It was a rhetorical question, one that Blue really did not want Lofgren to answer. He stepped back and brought his hand up to his face, shoving the nail of his thumb into his mouth and chewing on it gently. It was a tick Blue often exhibited whenever he was nervous, and the way Lofgren continued to stare certainly wasn't making the young man feel very comfortable or welcome, despite Lofgren's hollow reassurances.<br/><br/>"I'm feeling a little hungry," Blue spat suddenly, quickly shifting back toward the bed and sitting down with a heavy thud. "Do you have anything I can eat? Healing is pretty difficult to do on an empty stomach." Blue didn't see a refrigerator or any evidence of functioning electricity around the shack, so perhaps requesting something to nibble on would require Lofgren to leave the premises. If Lofgren left, Blue could grab the gun, assuming the big lug didn't take it with him. Blue realized the plan was weak. Any potential kidnapper with half a brain cell wouldn't leave his charge with a loaded weapon. But maybe there was something else there he could use in case Lofgren foiled him. A knife, perhaps? All Blue needed was the opportunity to search. Any weapon was better than nothing.<br/><br/>"I'll eat anything. I'm not picky." Blue smiled again, this time more convincingly. "Just, uh, nothing bloody, if you can manage that." He chuckled awkwardly, looking down at his bare chest. Droplets of sweat had begun to form at his temples and torso. Blue didn't feel hot, but his body seemed to be disagreeing.<br/><br/><i>He saved you</i>, Blue tried to remind himself, trying to convince his pounding heart, force it to slow.<i>He bandaged you up. Why would he bother if he just wanted to hurt you? He's probably all weird and fucked up from living out here by himself for who knows how long. </i>The feel of Lofgren's tongue running over his damaged skin flashed through his mind. Blue shivered violently in response.<i>He's just weird. Dogs do that, don't they? Lick their wounds to clean them? It doesn't fucking matter. He's a dude, not an animal.</i><br/><br/>Blue watched closely to see what Lofgren would do next. If he were lucky, it would be something innocuous. If not, well, Blue would be forced to figure that out as things came. He hoped desperately that he hadn't made a mistake by staying.