“Yes,” Eivind answered, straightforward. “Though I'm probably off more than I am here. I can only look at four walls for so long.” Maybe it would be different now, at least that he had someone to share it with. Someone who he hoped he would connect with on some deeper level. It was uncommon for someone his age to not be paired off, but Eivind had not gone out of his way to appeal to many, so his offers for a long term partner were few and far between. He didn't seem interested in offering many more words than that, thinking Blue would likely be too exhausted to expect much from him. Hoping.<br/><br/>Eivind was never so lucky.<br/><br/>Blue started right in on his questions, and if Eivind didn't have his back to Blue, he would have seen the older man frown. He focused more intently on starting the fire, ignoring him initially.<br/><br/>“I told you we aren't going to kill you..” Not anymore, at least.<br/><br/>“And no, I don't plan on telling you anything right now. So you can stop being insufferable and go to sleep.” Eivind's answer was clipped, signaling his irritation. It still wasn't a subject he wanted to talk about. He was still adjusting to it, and wrapping his head around the idea of what it all meant. He had a mate; a human one at that. How the fuck did that even happen? He wondered maybe if he'd been mistaken, but the second he thought about handing Blue off to the rest of the pack that same fury came back to him. He knew it wasn't a mistake, and that Blue was his to take care of. It was too bad the boy was too stubborn for his own good. Eivind needed time to process, and figure out what the hell he was going to do. His pack was not going to be happy about any of this. Blue could still be seen as a danger to them, and it wasn't as if he'd come willingly. And on top of that, he was human. He had less reason to keep their secrets to any of them, yet being mated to a werewolf meant knowing them intimately.<br/><br/>Eivind heard Alaric on the front porch, but he only gave one sharp knock before leaving. Most likely he'd just dropped supplies off by the door, leaving Eivind to figure things out on his own. He likely wanted to get back to where his sister was, or he simply didn't want to intrude upon them anymore than he already had. Eivind had never seen Alaric act delicately when it pertained to him, but most likely it was for Blue's benefit, and not his own.<br/><br/>Eivind had expected that the be the end of the conversation. He'd finalized it, expecting no backlash, and he moved off the fire to go to the front door. Things had been shoved into a bag, but Eivind's main focus was the little bottle of pain killers that had been tossed in with it's contents. Blue needed relief from his pain, and hopefully it would be enough to knock the young man out for a good long while. He contemplated doubling the dose of oxycodone, but remembered how sensitive humans could be.<br/><br/>He got him a glass of water from the tap. It was cool, and clean, naturally filtering unlike the water from the city which smelled of chlorine and other chemicals.<br/><br/>“Here, this will do more for your pain than a few scavenged leaves boiled in water,” Eivind went on, opening the pill bottle to hand him one. He hoped it would give them both a moment of peace. Eivind wanted to lay flat, and give thought to how he was going to approach all of this. Once the rest of the pack returned, he was sure that shit would hit the fan.