Craig had not been lazy, he could not be, he had been in bed far long enough. He was up when Peg returned, not dressed, but walking around. He had not showered, instead he still carried the scent of an aroused male, of her mate, sated after being brought by her. He smiled seeing her , and then the pack that escorted her.<br/><br/>“I am not well versed in anything that could explain what I keep seeing, but I do not doubt its possibility. Peg, there is always more to learn, to know. I have a feeling  very little of what the worlds knows of your kind, or ours, is true. And there is so much more of that.”<br/><br/>He paused and looked at her, hands crossing over his chest, framing his upper body as he stood there. It did nothing to hide his lower body from her view.<br/><br/>“I don’t know Peg, this is … this is not normal even for what irregular and odd thing this is. But I want you to know this. I am willing to go through all of this with you. I know that, that I have to do that. But more important, I want to do that.”<br/><br/>He watched her cook and set there, occasionally snagging tidbits under her watchful eye, occasionally sharing with Enach and Freddie. He was glad she had picked tea, he really was not a coffee person no matter how many people at the station tried to convert him. Between bites of food and praises of her skill as a cook and a lover he was able to ask.<br/><br/>“Do you have anyone you could speak with about this?”<br/>