[It's just shy of being an outright squawk, and Richie finds a small thread of comfort in it. Byerly wasn't a killer — though he'd not hesitated to shoot the werewolf, but who would when you're starring down a slobbering mug like that?

No, he likely could be dangerous when called for. Byerly was still skittish and overcautious, protective with a venomous bite. But bloodshed for the sake of a quicker fix? Thank the twinkling stars above, it turns out that's not his style. There's plenty of folks around here that seem too fond of their own trigger fingers. It's a daunting space to navigate. Sometimes Richie felt like the only Regular Joe in a sea of Sly Stallones.]

Well it's settled then. The son of a bitch finally got off the waiting list and into the jailbird suite. You might have snuck around to get it done, but hey, sometimes the ends do justify the means.