A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Thursday

[chosehumanity]

It was relatively late into the morning when the portal finally dropped them back off in the alleyway near the house (which was always The House, in Mitchell's mind, as opposed to his house back in Fandom, which was just a house). He took a moment to inhale the crisp air, plastered a smile back on his face, and guided Chloe towards the front door.

Pushing his keys into the lock, he muttered a silent prayer to the Gods of PMT that Annie would be a little calmer after Tuesday, and headed on in.

"There we are."

He could hear George bustling upstairs.

[[ to she who be here ]]

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[chosehumanity]

"I'm not the one in this house you should be asking about werewolves, sweetheart," Annie said, distractedly, but then Chloe said Owen and she brightened up considerably. "Owen! He's my fiance. Well. Ex-fiance. I was going to marry him, and then I went up and died." She grinned as she said so, sounding a lot like dying was just 'tripping over my feet and whoops!'.

[awakestheghosts]

"Derek is one of a kind. I've never met any other werewolves." That she knew of.

Chloe leaned against the wall and smiled at Annie.

"What's he like?"

Not what was he like. But what is he like.

Because she wanted Annie to talk to her and wanted to try and make her feel better -- and not just for Mitchell. She didn't like anyone being sad or unhappy.

[chosehumanity]

"Owen?" Annie's eyes fogged up a little, dreamy, and she leaned into the doorway. "He's really smart, he's got such a knack for commercial things. And he's kind, and loving, and a little forgetful sometimes - he used to lose his keys all the time."

[awakestheghosts]

"He sounds like a wonderful guy," Chloe said with a small smile. "How did you guys meet?"