The big wolf groaned, nodding his head slowly. The water helped; being propped up against his mate helped more. "I got pins and needles all over," he explained, weakly lifting a knee. "Like when your foot goes to sleep, 'cept it's everywhere. Probably meant to last half an hour or so, I'm guessin'. Thank you, baby," he purred softly, nuzzling against Sig's cheek.<br/><br/>"Thirty minutes, that's good. More than enough. And even if it isn't quite as long with Lofgren being bigger, it should still buy me plenty of time. Only need a few seconds to slit a throat," Blue added, fingers tapping at his lips. He stood, retrieving another glass of water and swallowing it down in large gulps. He felt a bit sickly, but nothing he couldn't handle.<br/><br/>"That leads us to our second problem," he whined, digits drumming nervously. "What am I supposed to use? If Lofgren... strips me like I think he will, I'm not gonna have anywhere to hide a knife or something useful. And without knowing where we're gonna be, we can't plant anything." He sighed, brain firing neurons rapidly as he thought. "You guys will have to stay close, somehow. We don't know what Lofgren is going to do or if he's going to take me anywhere. But if he does, you have to stay close. One of you can have the pills, for back up. The other carry a knife. Once he's down, we can finish it."<br/><br/>Blue's eyes settled on Stellan. He was starting to move around a bit more, although slowly and stiffly, as if it had been much longer than thirty minutes since he had last used his limbs. He recalled a similar stiffness in Eivind after the powdered substance had begun to wear off. Seeing Stellan and Sig together on the floor, one cradling the other, made him miss his husband.<br/><br/>"You said Lofgren gave you a few days, right?" he asked, voice quavering. "So I can spend at least one more night with him? With Eivind?"