Kurt shrugged, “Well T.T you know what they say.<span style="font-style: italic">Change with the Times</span>, or whatever.” The large man strode over to one of the tables to take a seat. Heavy booted steps caused the wooden floor of the Inn to creak and moan under his weight though the man hardly cared or seemed to notice. At his table, he took a seat with a heavy plop, the wood of chair made the same protest of the floor. “This place is going to hell in a hand basket,” the sheriff mumbled as he leafed through the morning paper which had been tucked at the back of his waistband.<br/><br/>When Arianna returned with the baby, Kurt set the paper down and gestured, “There is no way in he-..” a glance at Eliza, “heck…that I am just going to sit here and let you serve us while you hold that baby. Hand her here or allow me to work in the kitchen. I do warn you that I’m like a bull in a china shop when it comes to me being in a kitchen. Plus, there is the chance that I could cause a fire….”<br/><br/>There was only the briefest of moments where the young mother weighed the options between the two before her daughter was handed over with a sigh. A surprising measure of care the giant of a man used t hold the precious child in his arms. A pang of regret gnawed at his heart with the knowledge that due to the curse on his life this would be something he could never have for himself. It would be irresponsible of him to do so. Have a child that he could harm…or even a family at all that were in danger of him whenever the moon was full in the sky. No. This was not for him, it would never be for him and over the years the pang grew less and less. At some point, it would be gone forever, and he expected that would be the end of it. Were it not for his position as Sheriff and the people he had taken under his care, Kurt doubted he would have managed to live so long. A bullet to the brain would have been the way out for the grizzled old man some years ago.<br/><br/>Without a family or a support system to lean on the world would have been bleak and pointless. Filled with lonely nights and dread of the full moon that was to come. At least now when he shifted he had people like Arianna that would sit with him. Even though he demanded that she leave him be, he knew she stayed. There on the other side of the bars of his cell as he paced and snarled like a monster. The young mother would sit and read to him. Voice soft, steady and ever present even when he threw himself at the bars and howled his fury. Never did she flinch or so much as bat an eye in his direction. Just the even tone of her words as line by line was read to him. There was no reaction from him, as the beast was always in complete control. However, on the security cameras, there were moments, brief though they were, where he would stop the thrashing, halt the violence and just listen. Head pressed against the steel bars as a pitiful whimper would croon out from his throat and fill the station. As if the man was there for a moment and was pained by the state he was in.<br/><br/>These moments rarely lasted long and in the next instant, Kurt would be back at it. A slobbering beast that wanted to rip the flesh from Arianna’s bones. It was her blind love and support of the sheriff that endeared her to his heart and made him want to help her however and whenever possible. Even if it would be something as simple as holding the baby while she worked.