"I would want to stay, but I'm afraid they'll find me again." he said, not wanting her simple caress on his arm to stop, "I've already dug out their transmitter a couple of years ago." He pulled down the neck of his shirt to display a rather nasty looking scar on his shoulder, "But I don't think me staying is safe and you have a life here. You want to teach kids! I can't stand in the way of that. I'll put you in danger." Ash leaned back on the couch and his eyes half closed. It was nearing four in the morning and he was exhausted from his day of work, not to mention the stress of today's incident and the excitement of seeing Rebecca again. The coffee was doing nothing to wake him up, as it normally didn't due to his increased metabolism. It even took more booze than he could afford to get him even a little drunk. He currently cursed her for having such comfortable couches, yet felt more comfort from her sitting next to him, her hand running softly through the dark fur on his arm.<br/><br/>"It's getting late. I should go. Let you get some sleep." he muttered, while staring at the ceiling, his head back against the soft pillow on the couch. He didn't want to leave. He just wanted to stay here in this comfort. Forgetting that his arm was still that of a Werewolf, Ash drifted off to sleep on his best friend's couch...