Erik unbuckled once the car stopped. He didnâ€™t say anything and he didnâ€™t move. He was lost in thought for a moment. Until he heard Hayden start speaking. He glanced the manâ€™s way for a moment to indicate he was listening. Then he was looking at the IHOP. His sensitive nose could smell the food even out here. His sensitive hearing could hear the sizzling of bacon and the popping open of eggs. He could believe it. That Hayden knew how he felt. His senses told him as much. The image he had seen informed him of this. It felt...strange but nice...to be understood and accepted even if just by a little bit.<br/><br/>He barely registered the hand on the back of his head. What registered was the fact that the scent of cigarette smoke and hazelnut was mere inches possibly centimeters away. His eyes closed and just took in the scent. Memorizing it. His wolf memorizing it and planting it within his instincts for later use...if it ever served a purposed to do so. Though at the light kiss to his cheeks his eyes shot open and went wide. Very wide. His body turned stone still. His cheeks flushed as his body reacted while his mind was stuck in shock. His eyes filled with shock and confusion before the hollow look returned to them.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t move. Even after cigarette smoke and hazelnut scent moved away. His mind was still going...wha-what? What just...? What just happened? It was not processing well. The words playing in his head to be later pondered upon. He soon climbed out of the car. He didnâ€™t say anything. He didnâ€™t try to run. He walked to in front of the truck. â€œWe go inside now?â€ he said. His lifeless tone almost held a hint of hopefulness. The scent of food driving his wolf mad. His wolf wanted that food. It needed that food. It was like dammit Erik you ainâ€™t fed me in a long time. I demand retribution.<br/><br/>He shook his head. Why had the man kissed him, even ever so slightly, upon the cheek. It made no sense. Still...he trusted Hayden. This kindred spirit he had met without even intending to do so. In his own way...he was...enjoying this manâ€™s company. A kindred spirit...was nice to have around. Still...he felt hollow inside. Yet...understood. Which was more than he had a week ago or even just the night before.