<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/57/11/c357112f56a80a8dde93a49960cd4d7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - midday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Women's Dorms, Room 202<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Heart in his throat<br/><br/>The food was a hit, Troy saw that right away. It made him feel good, to provide her and support her, to take care of her. The beastly instinct inside of her calmed for one of the first moments since he met her. It felt right to be spending quiet moments like this.<br/><br/>Not that they every seemed to last long. Troy looked up from savoring his sandwich as he could see Libby starting to waffle and worry.<strong>"You must have worked out I'm...I'm not..I've been" </strong>She was so conflicted, but he couldn't really tell if she was conflicted about liking him or worrying that he might not like her. He knew she had baggage - most didn't' wear it so clearly as a monitoring device on their ankle. And yes, she was more up and down that a see-saw at times, but he also saw through the storm in glimpses to see a woman who he really, really wanted to know better. He swore to himself it was more than just the instinct screaming that she was is. But could he swear that to her and know he was telling the truth? Maybe it wasn't a good time to bring it up after all.<br/><br/><em>Too late.</em><strong>"Troy..the phone call?!"</strong><br/><br/>He set his food aside (which said a lot as it was damn good and the stressed and worried part of him was also the famished part) and leaned in with his elbows on his knees, his brows furrowed in concentration at her emphasized question. "The phone call to...." It took a brief moment but then his eyes went wide. Before she attached him -<em>that</em>phone call. He put his hand on his mouth and tried to think about how much she could have heard. Well that explained the why of her hit, though perhaps not the intensity of it. "You heard me talking to my brother about..?" He was about to say 'you'. His throat suddenly became quite dry and he swallowed, hard.<br/><br/>"Libby... you know what I am. I'm not sure how much the school administration told you about were-creatures and their cultures when you applied here." He really didn't know much about what the humans were told or why she had specifically came to Draighoinn. "Part of the bond between the human and their animal nature is a desire to find their soulmate. It is a special thing in humans but it is a binding connection in weres that while it isn't mandatory," His voice stressed that point, "it is very compelling." He rubbed his hands over his face, starting and stopping say the next thing ... even fumbling in a way that might have looked cute from the outside but it was hell to get the words out internally. "I think... um, I mean, it feels like... you could be ...<em>mine</em>."<br/><br/>Troy braced for impact.