Sig didn't mind the pull towards his mate or that Stellan had made an effort to stay in contact with him in some way while they were there. He'd seen freshly mated couples the same way. Blue and Eivind hadn't changed much at all, still seeking that contact from one another. They'd been bonded and even for them it still hadn't been easy Sig reminded himself. Stellan let his agitation come through once they left the rest of the pack, preparing to head back into town. The sun would probably be up before they got where they were going. He said what Sig had known was most likely.<br/><br/>“That's why I didn't try anything. Too much risk,” Sig told him. And where had his determination to come and do something gotten them? No better off than they were; instead forced to mate. Sig leaned into Stellan, trying to allow all of that to fully process. It didn't seem real. Stellan went to put on his own clothing and admitted he wasn't angry at Sig. Angry at the way tonight had gone, perhaps. Sig was trying to understand what he was saying, looking to him with those dark eyes of his, and Stellan was trying to make him understand.<br/><br/>Not like this, he'd said. Sig nodded, a little surprised.<br/><br/>“Part of this is my fault for pressing to come in the first place. I don't know what I was thinking I was going to do. I really should have known he was going to expect some sort of show. I guess I didn't think..” He didn't think Stellan would point blank tell his alpha he'd planned to mate him. Of course, that was no more sure-fire way of ensuring others didn't have a taste. Drawing a clear line of boundaries even the most savage of packs understood. For that, aside from their contribution, their night had gone mostly smooth. Sig counted his fight with Garlan as a positive.<br/><br/>“It really wasn't that bad,” Sig said softly, trying to make Stellan feel better about all of it as he slid behind his<i>mate</i>on the bike. He put the helmet on and wrapped his arms around the larger male. He was tired and aside from the rumble of the bike it was a quiet drive back home. Sig had expected to go home with Stellan, that he'd call Eivind and Blue after some rest, but they pulled into the motel. Sig didn't argue, just kissed Stellan on the cheek and running up to the door before Eivind heard the bike and had a chance to come out. He didn't want him jumping to any sort of conclusions.<br/><br/><br/>–<br/><br/><br/>Eivind was in bed with Blue who was resting in an alcohol-induced coma. He was going to be both sore as hell and hungover when he woke up, but for now, he was sleeping blissfully. Eivind had been a little worried that Sig had rushed off the way he did but perhaps he was planning something. He woke when he heard the familiar sound of Stellan's motorcycle, getting out of bed while trying not to disturb Blue, though it wasn't difficult.<br/><br/>Eivind had the door open before Sig could even begin searching for the key that wasn't on him. He was surprised to see the state in which Sig had turned up, smelling strange, of Stellan but more than that. Anger spiked through him.<br/><br/>“Eivind,” Sig said wearily. He didn't really want to explain himself yet he knew that wouldn't be acceptable.<br/><br/>“What happened?” he was demanding, unable to piece it all together by the various scents on Sig, especially with the way Stellan's overpowered almost everything else. Sig sat with Eivind and calmly told him all that had transpired that evening; his goal, the fight with Garlan, and then Lofgren demanding that Stellan follow through. It didn't help Eivind's fury, it just made it difficult to decide where to direct it.<br/><br/>“Why would you walk into that situation?”<br/><br/>Sig was glaring.<br/><br/>“You're planning to only Lofgren will be ready for you,” the little wolf snapped, shutting Eivind up. “If you get to make stupid choices I get to just the same.” He wasn't in any sort of mood to be chided like a child. He'd known what he was getting into. He wanted to rest.<br/><br/>“Are you okay with this?” Eivind asked, his voice softening.<br/><br/>“I haven't had much chance to think about it.”<br/><br/>Eivind returned to the bed with his mate, allowing Sig to climb in with them. He hoped the closeness of the two of them would be reassuring to the little wolf. Despite Sig clearly being exhausted he was restless, thinking, feeling discontent. He thought some time away from Stellan would do him good; make it easier for him to decide if he was okay with everything. All it did was make him anxious and fill him with a sense of wrongness.<br/><br/>“Come on, Sig. I'll take you back to him,” Eivind said, getting up to get dressed. It wasn't natural for a freshly mated pair to try to keep apart. Sig didn't need them right then. He needed to get some rest and that wasn't going to happen anywhere but with his mate.<br/><br/>“You can think about it some more tomorrow.”<br/><br/>Eivind picked Blue up, apologizing to him but in his groggy state, he doubted he'd remember the outing that morning. He wasn't willing to leave his mate so vulnerable in conditions that weren't ideal, nor did he want him to wake up alone. He rearranged Blue with a blanket in the back seat and drove Sig to Stellan's shop.