Erik looked at his coffee cup. â€œI used to...until I learned letting them go meant pain.â€ He looked to Haydne. â€œTo me...talking to you...is letting them go even to a small degree. Expressing them to you...is letting them go to some extent. I am not...good with emotions.â€ he said honestly. He looked at him. â€œThey arenâ€™t there but they are. I know that makes no sense but...I numbed myself to them. To survive. Now...you ask me to just let it go but...I am. I am talking to you. I am speaking my poetry. You asked about what happened. You saw through the words to the meaning behind them. So...you gave me a chance to...finally let them go without fear of harm.â€<br/><br/>He sipped the coffee. â€œIt might not seem like it but...I am letting them go. Slowly but...so many years...literally almost nineteen. I gotta...remember how...to truly feel.â€ He said honstly. He tensed at the mention of the moon. Looking out the window. â€œYeah...I know.â€ he said softly. He knew. He felt it on the full moon. Felt the pull to just go wolf and not care who the hell saw. Then the waitress was there again and he started coughing and gagging. Gah! She didnâ€™t need to smell that strongly of peppermint.<br/><br/>He shook his head and took the bacon. He ate it quickly but still with manners. His wolf was internally wagging its tail. The only thought on its mind was the word meat. The bacon was gone within moments. He looked at the steak and began to cut it up. Looking to the man talking to him. â€œHotel run by this old guy and his wife. Wifes name is Maria or something like that.â€ He said simply. â€œHe gives me a good deal and lets me stay there without taking the room for me. Even when I donâ€™t actually spend the night there. For pretty reasonable too.â€<br/><br/>He looked at him and began eating the still bloody meat. â€œYes. Meat is my favorite food out there.â€ He said with an attempt at a grin. It failed. Taking another bite of steak then poked at the eggs and decided to eat them as well. Then back to the steak. He stopped as a thought crossed his mind. â€œWhy do you ask?â€ He said. Studying the man. â€œI am not from around here. Most people here get uneasy because of my eyes and my voice.â€ He said simply. â€œThe old man...he just seems to laugh about it. He is very strange. But not bad...for a human.â€ he said simply.