Blue turned the bottle over in his hand, staring down at its blank white face as Sig spoke. There was no indication of what was inside but he could hear something tumbling, the sound of little soft beads. "So he knows," Blue sighed, fidgeting with the lid of the bottle so he could take a peek. "That's good. He'll be eager. More likely to be messy that way, when you're not careful." His voice was hollow as he spoke, stripped of its usual youthful energy. Peering into the bottle, Blue was surprised to see how innocuous its contents seemed. Clear capsules with some kind of liquid inside. This wasn't the same thing Blue had administered to his husband at Alaric's instruction. That had been a powder. Or, perhaps it was the same thing, but a different form? Some kind of extract? It didn't matter. Blue was sure Alaric would provide whatever was asked of him, regardless of whether he was given the full story or not. Whatever concentrated essence of whatever was trapped inside of those capsules, they had to hope it was enough.<br/><br/>"I haven't changed my mind," Blue said, twisting the cap back into place. "I can't, now. Not if Lofgren is going to go after the pack. There are good wolves there. Ones who treated me nicely despite me being human. I can't just leave them knowing what Lofgren's capable of. I'm sorry," he added softly, eyes closing as he set the bottle aside on a counter. His fingers tapped nervously against the polished wood, shoulders bunching into tense, tightly would knots as he lowered his head. His eyes began to sting but he just closed them even harder, determined to trap any stray tears and keep them from escaping.<br/><br/>"Thank you, both of you. What you did couldn't've been easy." He sniffed loudly, wiping at his nose before turning back to look at the pair. Stellan had reached for Sig and pulled him close, arm wrapped around the little wolf's waist like a child clutching at a cherished toy for comfort. Stellan was a big wolf, a strong wolf, but now sitting on the sofa, eyes low, he looked less a man and more a broken shell, sad and damaged. "Please," Blue continued, moving to reach for his friends' hands. "Just... you guys have done a lot. I know that. But I still need you. I know it's a lot to ask--"<br/><br/>"No, it's okay," Stellan interjected, shaking his head and frowning. "We're here for you, Blue. You're right. We go, Lof is gonna hurt a lotta good people. We hafta get rid of 'im."<br/><br/>"Right. Right." Blue nodded, chewing on his bottom lip absentmindedly. His eyes were still glossy and faraway, as if he had let half of his mind stay on that magical beach in the Caribbean. Just him and Eivind, for as long as they wanted.<br/><br/>"Alaric didn't happen to tell you how many of those capsules we need to knock the bastard on his ass, did he?" Blue asked, waving his hand toward the lonely bottle. "I hope it's just one, 'cause I don't think I can hide ten of those for very long. I don't even know how the hell I'm going to get it in his mouth. Fuck." The reality of how little Blue knew was beginning to sink in. A vague idea of how maybe possibly he could kill Lofgren just wasn't enough. They needed to come up with something concrete. Something better than just blind luck.<br/><br/>"Lofgren... Lofgren likes kissing. That violent, forceful kind," Blue mumbled to himself, pacing the length of the camper. "I could hide it in my mouth, I guess. Wait for him to stick his disgusting tongue down my throat, break the capsule and hope the liquid inside is enough to do the job. Eivind was affected almost immediately, so Lofgren shouldn't be any different, I think. Fuck."<br/><br/>He ran a shaky hand through his dark hair, momentarily forgetting he'd had it cut before the wedding. Loose waves were all gone. Nothing to hold onto anymore. "We'll need a plan B. In case... in case something goes wrong." His head snapped up, wide eyes like wet slate staring at Stellan and Sig. "You guys have to promise me if something happens to me you'll take care of Eivind. Please. He can't be alone again. He'll want to be, but don't let him. Please. Promise me you'll take care of my husband."