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IDRIS ELBA as Solomon Reed Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty (2023) dev. CD Projekt Red

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Darren Criss as Tyler Hutton | All You Ever Wished For (2018)

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yes, he was sent to athos for a mission. however, upon arrival, there was a deep change in heart. he already knew that his plan was to stay. but suddenly his old life seem to have left him and the surreal surrounding in his new place was now sinking in. the rumors were true and now udele felt more at home more than ever. 

but the first time he tracked down zion, he didn’t go through with his mission. his body just... couldn’t do it. so udele did the only sensible thing. avoid the omega at all cost. which was pretty damn stupid in the end. considering that he’d find udele. 

and that he did. just like expected zion showed up right at his toes. what he didn’t expect was the omega to jam himself straight into udele’s face. breathing in the guard’s sweet scent ignited all those distant memories. 

the alpha glared down at the omega. both of their heights were incredibly impressive. however, the alpha still had a full inch on the omega. and staring down at him now, he wish he had a couple of inches inside of him too. 

“stand down.” he growled, putting the full command of his alpha into his voice. it took him a split second-- he wasn’t going to lie to the omega. “no, and...” he trailed of. clearly his hesitation meant a yes. 

the moment when narek was describing an addition to the tavern that zion felt what he could only describe as anger---- maybe a dash of fear in there some where. has his father finally come to ruin all that he built here, even after all this time the omega knew he was not above doing this. always sending his men, never coming himself though in this particular case, zion was really glad he hadn't come himself. because he'd never killed a resident of athos and really it was not on his list of things to do in athos. no, there was a reason he fled egrain in the end, fled him and whatever duties were left unfinished. and zion wishes he could say this was the lowest he's seen his father stoop but it wasn't, infiltrating his best man into athos to what? to what end would this come to, because he was not leaving athos unless he was dead.

so he'd passed on hanging out with his friends in the tavern, didn't want to risk this confrontation in front of anyone, and well didn't want to get caught of guard either. instead he waited leaned against the builders worshop, if one asked he was waiting for magnus; but no one did, perhaps not with the sour look painted upon his face, with his don't fuck with me right now arms crossed over his chest. when the alpha finally crossed the threshold of the back-door, that was when zion pushed off from the wall, took hold of the wolves shirt and guided him forcefully to the back-wall of the tailor's. not an ounce of time was wasted when he got up into @sheepherdingwolves's face, udele the one he thought would've come to his defense all those years ago, that was complacent in everything his father did to him but that never did.

there was a soft spot for him but this wasn't about what udele did or didn't do back then, inside of him alone together, around others. this was about whatever scheme his father was concocting, most likely that udele got dragged into. omega gold tint tinged the rim of his pupils.

"is he fucking here? did he fucking send you? choose your answer wisely."

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during the fray, the omega managed to get to his feet. his head pounding, the smoke, head trauma, and various other elements overwhelmed wallis. he stumbled over and bumped right into the omega. his hazel eyes connecting with the others. 

realization hit him hard and his jaw dropped. it was chad-- cassius’ omega. however his brain couldn’t fully process what was happening nor how the omega was feeling in the moment. so he just spoke. his voice came out horse and not his own. 

“we need to go.” his voice was no louder than a whispered shout. 

Chad could feel it before he even fully knew what was going on. It was like ball of thrones being pulled out of his stomach through his throat. He had assumed it was due to the fire at first just a general sense of unease due to the danger, but it grew. It swelled inside with him with each breath. The pain from the growing ball of nerves became physical. He saw Cassius take off from his spot going into the flame to be a hero to save anyone that was trapped in the building.

He wanted to move, to stop him running into flames but he couldn't his body wouldn't listen to him. It was like someone had drove nails through his feet and had pinned him to the ground. It wasn't until he heard his Cassius' name shouted through the crowds that he was freed from his tortuous standstill. It was like all that building dread turned into fuel and ran towards the building. He made to the edge of the crowd before he hit a wall that no one else could see. Frozen in that space the dread became like weight pulling him to his knees. Cassius was gone. He didn't need to wait for the fire to be put out. Didn't need to see the body to know. It was like someone had ripped something from inside him. The mark on his neck burned as his hands shot to cover it. He wanted to claw it off to stop the pain of losing him but he couldn't. His body started to shake as he screamed. Tears falling form his eyes as he sat in the dirt stunned. He had lost him. Chad was alone. He felt the moment his mate drew his last breath. He almost fully collapsed but he held him self up not wanting to show any more weakness then he already had.

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there was nothing that they could do. nothing. wallis wasn’t built for anything like this and yet, here he was. standing there dumbfounded as it all went down. he stood there frozen in fear. it wasn’t until he was violently tossed to the ground by a frightened wolf that he came up with the idea to run. 

by then, the hit on the head turned his vision blurry. while he didn’t think that he severally hurt himself, he knew that he would need the help. he walked in circles, attempting to get away from the scene along with everybody else. 

thankfully, the healer was there. with no protest, wallis turned his head to the healer to show off the impressive little gash he gotten himself. 

“does it look bad?” worry in his voice. 

First, they were celebrating their 20 years of having established the village with the winners of the different competitions but then they were running to extinguish the fires that had formed over the builders and storage huts. It was hectic and dangerous and everyone was putting on their part to help. John included.

After the fire had been put out they still didn't have time to breathe and calm their nerves because one of their packmasters had perished. His packmaster. Still, however, he had no time to grieve. Many wolves had been wounded or burned in the process of extinguishing the fires and as one of the healers he had to jump into action as well. Things were still hectic and not only for him but for all the other healers as well.

"Let me take a look at that," he said to this one wolf as he tended to his burns, another wolf coming closer for attention. "Give me a second and I'll be right with you." He said finishing tending these wounds. Once done he turned to the other wolf and smiled. "What can I do for you?"

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jensen knew his surroundings; there were a couple of wolves just lingering around, lost from this weeks events. there wasn’t even a need for jensen’s medical advice or anything from the other healers-- jensen’s haze of advice was that there was no way anybody could survive that. 

what was even worse? jensen barely had time to grieve his missing alpha before the meeting. the meeting that spelled out what could possibly be the next part of his life. but until he made his decision, he would still serve his purpose. 

he recognized the voice. his mind made a mental tick before he turned to look at the omega. as soon as the scent hit jensen’s nose, he knew at once. but sometimes he was wrong. so he placed down the pitcher of water. 

“yes, how can i help you?” 

it was not typical of him to do this, to really go out of his way to verbally ask for help--- and while he doesn't exactly ask when he speaks in verbatim . his actions certainly paint it for him. his head is bowed and he really was trying not to make eye contact, because it felt weak of him to even approach the subject. however, he believed jensen would give it to him straight, the alpha would not miss a beat, and he could trust that jensen would be honest with him, no matter how harsh the words are. and it's rationality that he needs now more than ever. the omega doesn't want to get his hopes up if this was just simply within his head. he visibly looks like he hasn't gotten a lot of rest. maybe its the queasy sensation that every once in a while lurches within his stomach. malachite hues stare down upon the floor as he stopped just short of @sheepherdingwolves, "I need your medical advice."

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tremendouspearenemy​:

He hummed in understanding. Jensen wasn’t the talkative type, not towards him anyways, but he had grown used to it by now. He just missed those days when he didn’t have to be used to it, back when things were better in Egrain when he was a kid ready for the world, a world that turned its back on him when he presented omega and the city changed for the worse.

He had gotten the habit to touch a specific side of his neck, the left one, whenever he felt nostalgic. Right now was one of those moments. Jensen had given him something to do, so he better set out to do it. With a sigh, he nodded and turned his back on him to go check the bandage supply.

He returned later with a small notebook and the information Jensen needed. “Here it is. We could use some more bandages, but the supply number isn’t bad. My recommendation anyways.” He didn’t have much hope to be listened to, not with how things went last night. He should get used to this.

there was no way that jensen was going to ever understand what it meant to not present alpha. he had six siblings, all of them omega, all of them disappeared at one point in his life to alphas. even now, as jensen lives in athos, he doesn’t really wonder what they are up to. 

it’s not like he could. finding them would be useless. he had a different cause now. but even though he changed his tune, he was still stuck with these same ole beliefs. though it seems in some manners, he’s displayed some differences between him and his father. 

“okay.” jensen took the paper from the omega and glanced at it to take down the numbers. “is this a nine or an eight?” jensen asked as he turned the notebook to the omega to point at the number in question. 

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DARREN CRISS as RAYMOND AINSLEY Hollywood (2020) 1.02 “Hooray for Hollywood: Part 2”

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casual; that’s what today was supposed to be. so when the man came up and offered the nice thick slab of meat, the omega perked up. his sweet coffee bean scent fluttered as he nodded enthusiastically. this was by far the easiest--

absolute disgust filled his scent as the mutilated game was shoved unceremoniously into his hands. there was something about the raw blood oozing onto his hands that just made him start to heave. his face and scent projected this emotion. 

he looked up, wide eyed and disgruntled at the new wolves. 

“i would never.” the omega snapped as he dropped the game on the ground. “not without cooking it. that’s gross why would you do that!” 

where?: the village

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Amara comes barreling through, clearly frantic from the way he almost collides with another wolf. He’s distracted, looking over his shoulder instead of paying attention to what’s in front of him, but even a blunder can be advantageous if he decides makes it so. 

“I need you to hold my meat,” he manages to say to the wolf he nearly ran into, panting heavily. “It’s not that big of a deal, you only need to have it in your hands for a sec. I know it’s thick and heavy, but you’ve got it! See? It’s cut so less effort for you. Just take it, go on!” Amara doesn’t wait for permission to shove the thick, slab of game meat into the other’s arms. Unfortunately, he does this just as his pursuers come into view. It was more than Amara was permitted to take and the fact that they put up chase proved they knew it’d been stolen. Except he was quick and never let himself be seen, so unless they were tracking his scent, it would look like the unlucky bystander he’d roped into his antics was the culprit all along. “Hey! I caught him! He was trying to run away with extra food!” Amara loudly interjects before anyone has a chance to ask questions. “Can’t believe someone would take from the packs like that. Who do you suppose should go without food to make up for your greed, hm?” He plays the role of outraged pack member well, directing what seems to be sincere scrutiny at the innocent wolf holding onto his meat. “Have you no shame?”

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ofwolfandmuses​:

Staring up at the moon, blood beginning to dry on his features, Yric knew that sooner or later he’d have to head back to the cabin he shared with his mate. It wasn’t as though he was dreading coming home, really. Jensen had been nothing but a gentleman and was nothing like he had thought the wolf would be like - he knew that some people saw him as standoff-ish, hard to get to know, but Yric had gotten glimpses of the real Jensen. That the facade he wore was just a cover to keep people from getting too close, but despite the fact that their marriage was one built on an arrangement made by their parents, Yric had actually had feelings for Jensen.

Of course, he knew it wasn’t love. He didn’t love him, but he had hoped that maybe one day they would get there. That maybe the two of them could be happy together, despite being arranged to wed - that was one thing he didn’t like about arranged matings, really… it usually meant a loveless marriage. Still, though, Jensen never pushed Yric for more, never tried to change him or turn him into the perfect little omega house wife that he knew Jensen’s father wanted him to be. Perhaps it may have been Jensen giving his father the middle finger when he had chosen Yric, out of all of his suitors, to marry… or maybe Jensen actually liked him.

He wasn’t sure, but he did know that sometimes he didn’t want to go back to the house, simply wanting to enjoy being in nature. Eventually, though, he knew he had to go back as he was sure that Jensen was waiting for him - after all, it was something that Jensen did. Not because he was worried, but because it was just… Jensen. Heading to the river, he washed as much of the blood from his face as he could before he began to make his trek to the cabin he shared with his mate and as soon as he entered, he saw his suspicions were confirmed.

Jensen had waited for him.

“You know you don’t always have to wait for me to return home, Jay,” the Omega spoke before he dipped his head to meet Jensen’s for a kiss. “Sometimes we’re out really late when we’re hunting… I don’t want you to have to pull an all-nighter just because you’re worried about little old me.” His words were playful, teasing, and he lifted his head to listen for Joel - soft snoring sounds coming from his bedroom - and he smiled lightly before he moved to place his hand on the other’s shoulder. “Unless there was another reason you stayed up this late, old man.”

it wasn’t the first time he smiled today, but it was probably the most genuine. not that any time he laughed and smiled with joel wasn’t. it was just different with yric. he blinked and spread the corners of his mouth into the tiniest smile and then he relaxed it, letting it fall into a natural lip.

there was something primal that awakened in jensen once the smells of iron hit his nose. his alpha desperately picked apart what was a natural scent for yric. even though the omega washed up before coming home, he could still pick apart. the alpha closed his eyes and pressed his nose to yric’s throat. his ritual to find out where yric had been. 

“no, i think it’s necessary.” he leaned onto the omega’s shoulder. “if you were hurt, i would be devastated if i were just idling by with some mundane activity.”

this was an outrageous thought. if something did happen, jensen would probably be the first to know, considering his profession. but what if he were just simply out playing ball or messing around with joel. it was an odd nightmare. 

jensen blinked his drunk look-- a stooper he had whenever he was turned on. yes, yric had caught him. he’d wore joel out earlier for one very simple purpose. as he leaned on the omega, his hands slipped down the man’s well defined arms and slipped into his hand. he leaned back and let his body drag to the bedroom. 

“i’d like to say that our detour on the way home had over purposes.” 

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ofwolfandmuses​:

The Omega looked over at the other male carefully, recognizing him from a couple of his various trips to the infirmary - delivering various herbs and plants for the healers to craft into salves and potions - and he knew he was an Alpha. “I’m still sorry…” the Omega apologized with a small duck of his head, noting the way he moved to fill up his pitcher of tea once more. Victor wished that there was something he could do, that he could find some way to make it up to the Alpha, but instead he took a step closer to the younger wolf and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Is there… anything I can do to help you? To make it up to you?”

“i’m fine.” there was no other words on the subject-- that was it. truly, he didn’t mind. the words might have come out sharp and stiff. sounding like he was holding on to them. however, his face said differently. instead, it was softer than usual. 

jensen turned around to look at the omega and took an involuntary step back. it wasn’t intentional. the omega was just closer than he expected. it just startled the alpha. as he stepped back, he took a deep whiff of the sweet scent of the omega, mixed were the earthy herbs and various other pleasant smells. 

a quiver of the lip revealed that jensen’s alpha had peeked through. the omega’s submission had pleased him greatly. jensen couldn’t help the shiver that went down his spine a second later when he realized what he’d done. he had control, but it slipped every so often. he commanded his mind to calm down his inner alpha. 

“no need. though i would like to make more tea to make up for the lost pitcher. care to make me some?”

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tremendouspearenemy​:

The problem with insulting a colleague was to see them again the next day of work and the next day he had to go to the infirmary and see the man once again. John sighed as he walked, hands in his pockets, and he stopped to look at the stars. He was upset, yes, but he was still worried for him and he had half a mind to go back and insist some more but he didn’t. He resumed his walk and entered his cabin. The other omegas were asleep already so he changed clothes and went to bed as well.

Just like Jensen’s father, he dedicated his life to advancing medicine and healing people. Dammit, his mate had paid with his life for it! He had risked his entire everything for this! The least he expected was some consideration, a chance to prove himself omega or not, but no…people refused to give him that chance and Jensen had just behaved like his father had towards him an innumerable amount of times. Dismissively. He had no idea he was reading the situation wrong, however.

The next day, he woke up first like he always did, and got ready for work. He exits the cabin and heads to the infirmary. He’s not pleased with this, he doesn’t want to see him or be called out by an alpha in front of everyone, but he wouldn’t apologize. He enters the infirmary and holds his breath. He immediately spots Jensen. “Morning,” he says politely but coldly. “I hope your back is better.” He says, a bit softly, genuinely worried for him.

jensen took a minute at the infirmary. the leaves sunk in and numbed the pain per usual. it gave him enough time to get home and kiss his family to sleep. everything that happened with john was forgotten-- jensen had melted away in his partner’s scent and didn’t think anymore on the subject. though, he did mention to his partner what’d happened when he stopped. for some reason, his mind didn’t care to think about the interaction between him and the omega. 

the events didn’t even return to him after he dropped off his pup and went to the infirmary. that was until the omega mentioned his back. a stab of pain came like the night before... no... this wasn’t physical. this one was mental. his glare set in for a second before is masked with his usual stoic face. 

“good morning. it’s fine.” he quickly dismissed before he turned his back to the omega. jensen never exchanged pleasantries. no how are you doing, what’s going on, anything... just a stiff good morning or an acknowledgement. “it’s a slow morning, can you check the bandage supply for me? need to get it in before the tradesmen leave for the week.”

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tremendouspearenemy​:

The days in Egrain had been both happy and grim for him for various reasons, some that weren’t even worth remembering anymore and others he’ll never forget. What he did remember was the boy’s father and how stubborn he was, how adamant he was at not receiving John’s help in the field when, at times, he had clearly needed it. It had been because he was an omega, there was a day the man made it clear to him once. Just as his son had tonight. Same stubbornness, same…hatred? He wasn’t sure if hatred was the right word but he definitely wasn’t liked and was being dismissed like some servant.

He had been worried it might be an abscess but by the man’s words, it didn’t sound like it. Just a back injury of sorts then, a broken bone that may need to heal over time. It was his best guess. If his theory was true, then yes, he only needed rest and maybe a massage or two.

This wasn’t worth his fight, it wasn’t worth his time. He had his hands interlocked in front of him now, eyes downcast but still seeing the other as Jensen was sitting and he was standing. “You’re just like your father,” he tells him with bitterness. “Same dismissiveness, same stubbornness. Good night, Mr Saner.” He turns to leave then, turning his back to him and dropping his hands to his sides. He wasn’t going to win this fight, he knew it, but he couldn’t simply leave without giving him a piece of his mind and that’s precisely what he had done.

there was a... numbness that overtook his body. it crept through his body like a slow parasite that spread through his nerves and froze his brain. a pressure built up behind jensen’s eyes as he felt his bones crack. this was an emotion he never felt before. 

his father was a well-respected alpha. just like jensen, the man dedicated his life to the advancement of medicine. his opinion generated widespread practices and earned praise. to the point where the royals of the old kingdom noticed him. out of some humbled mercy, the doctor wanted to ensure the masses would gain his benefits. 

his father was a good man. yet when he was just told ‘you’re just like your father;’ he had never felt so cold. this was jensen’s goal. his very being and core. this is what he wanted to me, yet now... he didn’t anymore. 

his glaring want to cry turned into rage. wrath turned his earthy mint scent into a bomb of cinnamon and clay. it’s cloud quickly spread through the small room as the omega stormed out on him. his inner alpha rattled with the need to fight for dominance. 

but he simply starred daggers at the enraged omega and let john storm out. good... now he can treat his own wounds. he didn’t need anybody’s help and his secret was safe. 

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wolfspiderpups​:

“I wouldn’t mind a taste” Bruno chimes cheerfully. The young omega looks around at the clearing they were in. “This is a very pretty part of the forest to nap. Do you come here to nap often?”

“This is such a interesting contraption.” Bruno says looking at the steam rising from the kettle’s spout. “Bet this took a while to put together.”

“I should probably put this back, didn’t think it’d be so aromatic.” Bruno begins to say, rewrapping his findings and putting them back inside of his canvas bag. Bruno looked around himself, making sure any of the cuttings decided to jump out of his collection.

“I thought I had gotten it all.. why is that smell still around?” The young omega gives a confused look, still scanning the small area around himself. Bruno thinks to himself before his eyes look at Jensen briefly. “Oh…”

“That’s awkward, I must have confused the scent with yours.” Bruno laughs awkwardly, “Perhaps that’s how you’ve managed to sneak up on me earlier.”

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for the very little output jensen gave, the omega sure talked, a lot. it reminded him of children, and how they would react to a simple sentence. this is where jensen got his knack for listening. he appreciated the way any child could rattle off from just one line of dialogue. often sprinkling in questions and moving on without an answer. 

so the alpha listened. leaning forward at the right time to examine what the omega picked. he sniffed the fresh herbs and felt a shiver creep down his spine. their floral earthy tones never failed to bring joy. his nose wiggled and a rare scent of happiness emitted from jensen; the mint undertones exploded. 

to be fair to the omega, what he was doing now was what created his trademark mint scent. his favorite place to nap was among the weed’s leaves. the earthy tones is what made up the top layer. maybe the alpha shouldn’t blame the other for not noticing him earlier. 

“yes, i come here everyday.” the alpha placed an elbow on his knee after the fire was lit in the small chamber of the contraption. he took out two mugs, both dirty from constant use. he handed one to the omega and waited for his tea to finish. “thank you, i got it from a tradesmen. it’s seen better days.” 

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tremendouspearenemy​:

At the name, he frowned. Kyle Saner. There was a name he didn’t think he’ll hear again since moving here. At his age, he had looked for a better life, for peace and calm. “Nice to meet you, Jensen. I…knew your father. Good doctor.” He didn’t speak ill of the man that tended to challenge his knowledge but he knew an omega pack leader wasn’t orthodox in Egrain but his pack refused to let anyone else lead them. When it came time to step down, it had been hard to convince the others, and when it was time to leave, it was even harder to convince them to let him go.

Egrain. It was full of everything but, nowadays, mainly corruption. There were few people who didn’t budge against that corruption and he liked to think Saner was one of them, even if the man didn’t treat John all that well. Egrain had been his home and he still remembered when it used to be a good place to live, not anymore though. He didn’t want to worry about money, he didn’t want to worry about saving his hide whenever someone important requested his services as a doctor. Even the title of healer sounded better to him.

As they reached the infirmary he watched as Jensen wobbled to his office. He followed, of course, and watched him drink those pills. It had been strange enough to see him go to the office and not to a bed like a normal patient but, this? “You do know it is not wise to treat oneself? Let me try and help you. It’s what I do, what we do.”

He wasn’t sure if he would convince him or not, but as a former doctor and current healer, he needed to try. “Come on, I have years of experience. Maybe I can help you more than simple pills. A proper treatment.”

jensen knew by the frown that the distraction had somewhat worked. once the man placed his father, jensen took a light sniff of the omega. in the back of his mind, he idled through the blurred face of several men that he knew from the old kingdom. however, he was very young when he lived there, barely 17 when he came to athos with his father. 

he was a scared little boy then-- barely been doing his work for a year before he was transplanted. then he grew up in the city today, backed by one of the biggest names from the old kingdom. 

jensen didn’t discount the omega’s ability to help further. however, his pride built a wall between him and the healer. when jensen’s back took the hit, his father and he knew something happened. in the moment, jensen didn’t care about his own well-being. instead, he spat on the man and dismissed him. he would not allow his father to treat him that way. odd how things turned out in the end. 

he still fought to appease the asshole. 

in jensen’s mind, he wasn’t dismissing the omega due to his second gender. no. he dismissed his father’s help along with every other healer. alpha or omega. nobody will know how violent he was that day. but that would also mean nobody knew why he was this adamant about it. 

“and what’s that?” the wrath was backed with stubborn pride. “stretch me out? crack it? a bath? i just need rest. thank you for your help. i will take it from here.” 

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tremendouspearenemy​:

It was strange to him how the other man seemed to space out for a moment but he didn’t hurry him up, he looked in pain and totally not okay so waiting was the least he could do. With his eyes, he quickly examined his body for physical injuries but he could find none, the problem seemed to be the back however or something close to that area. He could be wrong though.

As the young man returned to him, to the present situation, he smiled. It was a soft yet gentle smile directed at comforting. “Come on, I’ll help you with that,” he responded moving closer to the other and letting him pass an arm over his shoulders, passing his own arm around his waist. He helped him walk then, slowly but surely towards the infirmary.

“While we get there, why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you? I may be new but I’ve been a healer all my life, I’m sure I can help.” He stated. “Or we can also start with your name since you already know mine.”

The sky was cloudy but it didn’t seem like it was going to rain. He hoped. The infirmary was a bit of a ways off at this speed, however, so making conversation was the best he could do right now. Maybe help take away the pain that way.

jensen allowed the other to touch him and then support him. as they walked, jensen took in all the details. however he gave none of his own. oddly enough, the alpha was not one to give up any details that were unnecessary. the events that lead him to his injury included. 

“jensen saner. son of kyle saner.” he answered, delayed. he wanted to get closer to the infirmary to prevent the conversation from going any further. earlier, his brain calculated that the man most likely came from the kingdom. the kingdom where his alpha father was known. so he wondered if mentioning his father would throw the healer off due to that little fact. “just a little pain in the lower back. nothing i haven’t handled in the past.” 

once to the building, jensen slipped away form the other. rather than heading to the bed like a normal patient, the healer hobbled over to his own office and stepped inside. clearly, this was a comfortable position for him. his fingers went to a box where he kept his own personal medication. 

ever since the incident, jensen never spoke to another healer about his pains. why? partially out of guilt. he was taking resources that could save another wolf’s life. though, it was doing a lot for himself-- getting him through important procedures and allowing him to function. his own research into the matter was telling him he was on the right track. but still... it was odd talking about his weakness like that.