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Honolulu Heights, Friday

So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.

That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)

And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.

But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.

[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]

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George wrinkled his nose. He was... just going to stay mercifully silent about what happened the last time he and Nina... transformed, though the whole sewer thing suddenly brought it back to mind.

"Find a house with a basement," he advised. "We've got one now. We're prepared."

Unless they got stuck elsewhere while transforming. Ahem.

"I was thinking about a fenced yard," Jack volunteered. "There's ... a bit of money. May as well make it work for me for once."

Not that there was enough for a fenced yard of any size in London, but it'd be possible someplace like Barry Island.

"Will you both fit in the basement?"

"No," George admitted. "Nina... will go in the basement, and I'll stick to the woods, I think."

He paused. "It would have to be a high fence," he said. "I mean. Unless it doesn't work quite... like that for you."

Jack frowned hard, because he hadn't thought about that.

"I don't know," he said quietly, in the end. "I didn't see the -- thing that got me jump, and there wasn't space the other week. Emma said I was the size of a wolfhound."

"So-- maybe a bit smaller than us...?" George was trying to picture it, but... then again, thinking about the wolf was not always one of his favorite activities. "Just... don't get a cage. Or if you do, don't use tranquilizers. But-- high fence. High fence might work."

Jack felt a deep internal panic at the middle bit of what George said.

"Yeah, I don't think I could stand a cage and tranquilizers," he decided. "I might bite whoever got to lock me in."

It reminded him of something, and he lowered his voice. "Oh -- do you have problems with water outside? Rivers, the ocean, any of that?"

George thought about it for a moment. "I... don't think we can cross it," he settled on, "Though I'm not completely sure..."

He'd woken up near bridges before.

"It makes me sick to my stomach even like this," Jack told him. "So that's another option, if there was a way to test it without..."

Possibly killing innocent people? Well, yes. That. But it was easier not to say that bit out loud.

George winced. "I don't-- I don't-- well, I don't know, maybe if you found some kind of-- walled off river but it seems like a risk."

"There are islands," Jack said, but half-heartedly. That was a risk too, and it wasn't like islands were around every corner. "But likely not my best idea there, either."

He glanced about, hoping Nina wasn't within enhanced earshot. "Can I ask you something personal?"

Not too personal. Jack was still, after all, a bit Victorian.

"I've never... tried that," George began, but then shut up as Jack asked his question. "...how personal?"

"Well, you'd have to find an island with no one else using it...." Jack needed to stop thinking about this.

"Anyhow. Er. About the chances I'd pass this on to someone I cared about." He reddened. "Sorry. Just need to -- know."

... Oh.

"You mean like... with me and Nina--"

Yes.

"Yes," Jack said. "I'm sorry, I know it was horrible for you both, but -- yes."

George stared down at his tea. "I... scratched her," he said. "While I was changing. That's... when you're in a transformation or, you are starting one, that's when it's... active."

"So if I don't touch anyone when the moon is full, it might --"

Jack felt the urge to apologize again. It was something he needed to know, but that didn't mean he could dissect it as an object lesson.

"I just need this to stop with me," he explained.

"No," George said. He was still staring at his tea, but then, as if he'd found something in it, he nodded. "No, I know... exactly how you feel. This... thing is a disease. It shouldn't have a place in this world."

Though he was doing a bit better at the acceptance bit these days, but... still.

"But that's... all I know. Only on the full moon. Every other day of the month, everything is... normal. If that's what you want to call it."

"As close as it's ever going to get for me, anyhow," Jack said. Which ... wasn't all that bad, most days. "Thank you."

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