Mike returned with my clothes and helped me get dressed, it was really unnerving to not be able to do things for myself. I was thankful for my sweet mate, who was handling all of this so well given the circumstances. I wished we could talk about how he was feeling more, but first things first, we needed to see why I was blind. Then, maybe we could talk about the past few days of whirlwind activity and discovery, because I was in a mental mindfuck and I was fairly sure he was too despite his cool demeanor. If he wasn't shook up then we had major problems given what had happened to him, that whole your dad is dead, you and your brother are in prison, your mate is an Alpha of the pack you attacked, oh and also your brothers mate. Yeah, we needed to talk, just to get in the same headspace.
