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"So Haley's still not up?" Nathan asked.

The surgeon had woken up early and took a shower to try to get an early start to the day. Brian, though, woke up earlier, and was now preparing breakfast for the two of them.

"Well it is 9:30," Brian began, idly moving a pan full of scrambled eggs. "If she was out partying all night then she's probably exhausted."

"So when are we leaving?" Nathan asked.

"You tell me," Brian replied, "You bought the tickets."

"So if it starts at nine," Nathan began, pacing around as he figured it out, "We can have dinner at six or seven, and if it's two hours there..." We should leave by like 3:30."

"Sounds good," Brian said, "Are we staying for the reception thing afterwards?"

"Of course we are," Nathan replied, "I pulled out all the stops on this date."

"Well, I feel really special," Brian said, dumping out the eggs on a plate, "Wanna check on that sausage for me?"

"Sure," Nathan replied, moving over to the stove and prodding the sausages, "These are good."

He poured them out onto a separate plate and turned the heat down on the stove. Brian had already gotten their places set out on the table and was waiting for Nathan to bring over the sausage. The golden retriever had set two glasses of orange juice, and was already drinking it.

"You're supposed to wait until everyone's seated before eating," Nathan said, setting down the plate of sausage and taking his seat.

"I wasn't eating," Brian began, "I was drinking."

Nathan shook his head, chuckling, and speared himself two sausages with his fork. Brian followed suit and then scooped them both generous portions of the eggs.

"Where's the ketchup?" Nathan asked.

"You know," Brian began, as he leaned back to grab the ketchup, "That could be considered an insult in some countries."

"What, ketchup?" Nathan replied.

"Yeah, you're altering the taste of the food," Brian said, "It says you don't like the way the cook made it."

"That's interesting," Nathan began, "The more you know, right?"

"Aint that the truth," Brian scoffed, taking a forkful of scrambled eggs, "Pass the ketchup when you're done though, please."

Nathan chuckled, and after drizzling the liquefied tomato over the eggs he handed it over to Brian. The coyote took a sausage on his fork and began to play with it, putting the tip of it between his lips. Brian looked up and scoffed.

"You shouldn't play with your food Nathan," Brian began.

"You never said I couldn't play with meat," Nathan replied, before putting the tip deeper in between his lips.

"Not at the table," Brian said with a smirk on his face.

"Would you really complain if I came over there and played with your meat?" Nathan asked, putting his sausage down on his plate.

"Yes," Brian said after a slight pause.

"Let me test that," Nathan began.

Nathan got up from his seat and sauntered over to Brian. He alternated between exaggerating the movements of his hips and licking his lips. Brian cleared his throat, and sat up straighter. Nathan made it to Brian's side of the table, and resting his paws on the table, looked straight into Brian's eyes with the most seductive look he could muster.

The coyote chuckled and began to move a paw teasingly towards the golden retriever. With the other though, he grabbed a sausage off of Brian's plate. He ran his spare paw through Brian's head fur, and traced it seductively around his lips, before eating it. The coyote walked back to his seat, and continued eating.

"You had me excited for a moment," Brian said.

"You're so perverted," Nathan replied.

"You had me going," Brian began, "You're horrible.

"Well I'm sorry you let yourself down," Nathan scoffed.

Brian huffed and continued eating. Nathan's plate was soon clean, and his glass empty. Brian finished soon after and grabbed the coyote's dishes. Nathan sighed and followed him to the sink.

"We should have got that dishwasher," Nathan began.

"We haven't gotten around to getting one yet," Brian replied, rinsing off the dishes in the sink, "It's not like we need one."

"It's a convenience," Nathan said, "I miss my dishwasher."

"I'm sorry Mr. Domestic," Brian scoffed, "You hardly ever did dishes even when we had a dishwasher."

"That's because I was doing your laundry," Nathan retorted.

"It's the chores argument again," Brian began.

"We can switch anytime," Nathan replied, "Cleaning your dirty underwear does get old after a while."

"Deep down you enjoy it," Brian joked.

The banter continued on this way, the both of them arguing until the dishes were done. While their attention was on each other, Haley walked down the stairs and tried to get into the living room. Nathan turned and saw her.

"Where are you slinking off to?" Nathan asked.

"Nowhere," She replied.

"Then come in here, we'd like to talk to you about something," Nathan said.

Haley walked into the kitchen, looking half dead. She leaned up against the counter, her fur ruffled and clothes grimy. She yawned began to tap her nails on the counter, her sign to let her parents continue.

"Was there drugs and alcohol at that party last night?" Nathan asked.

"I don't know," Haley began, "Not on the dance floor."

"Well that's weird," Nathan replied, beginning to pace back and forth, "Because I swear I could have smelled it on you when you came home last night."

"That is weird because there weren't any drugs or booze there," Haley said.

"Are you sure?" Nathan asked, "It was fairly obvious there were."

Haley paused for a moment, her paws twiddling behind her back. She swallowed and replied.

"All right, fine," She began, "There was that stuff there, but I didn't do any."

"It smelled like you did," Nathan replied, leaning back on the counter, "I'm not mad, I just want to know the truth."

Haley paused again. This time shuffling her feet ashamedly. Her paws continued to twiddle behind her back, and she hung her head.

"Only a little," She sighed, "I know it was wrong to do, and I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be a spoilsport at the party."

"Did Charlie tell you to do it?" Nathan asked.

"No," She replied immediately, "I did it because other people were pressuring me."

"Did he step in to try and help you?" Nathan asked again.

"Yeah, but I told him that he didn't need to," Haley said.

Nathan looked over at Brian, who walked over next to Nathan. Haley sighed, knowing what that look meant. She was about to get a lecture.

"Haley," Brian began, "I know it seems like everybody does that kind of thing, I mean hell, when I was in high school I partied like that every weekend. But it really isn't a good thing to do. Bad things can happen when you get a bunch of high and drunk kids together. I know because I've been there."

"Things can happen," Haley replied, "But that doesn't mean they will. Besides I can take care of myself"

"True," Brian said, "But when booze is involved you really don't make too good of decisions, and neither do the people around you. You are pretty, and I'm sure there are lots of guys that would try to take advantage of you when you or they are drunk."

"Charlie would never let that happen," She replied.

"Maybe Charlie would be the one to try," Brian said.

"Charlie knows I want to wait until we go out for longer before we have sex," Haley began, "And he is willing to be patient and wait with me until I'm ready." "Boys only have so much patience Haley," Brian said, "And I know Charlie seems like a nice guy, but it could happen."

"I understand where you're coming from," Haley began, "But Charlie would never do that, I wouldn't date him if he was a slime ball."

"Well I'm glad he's not a slime ball," Brian replied, "And I'm not saying that you guys can't go and hang out, but be careful."

"You know I am," Haley said, "It was just a momentary lapse of judgment."

"A momentary lapse of judgment is all it takes," Nathan replied, joining back into the conversation, "I know that more than anybody."

"Okay," Haley began, "I promise I'll make better choices in the future."

"Good," Nathan said, moving over and kissing the top of her head, "Are you hungry?"

"No," Haley replied, "Charlie said he was going to take me to lunch."

"Do you think you could skip on that?" Nathan asked, "It would be nice to get to see you before Brian and I leave."

"I guess," Haley sighed, "I'll give him a text."

Haley walked up the stairs to her room, pulling out her phone as she went. She sat down on her bed with a sigh, her feet swinging off the side. She started to text.

So I can't make lunch today, sorry. My parents won't let me go.

She sent it, and leaned back on her bed. In a few seconds her phone buzzed. The coyote sat up and opened it.

Were they pissed about last night?

Haley replied.

Not really. They just want me to stay at home so they can "see me".

Charlie texted

Wow, so you mentioned them going out to that premiere. When do they leave?

Haley responded

They said something about 3:30

Charlie said

Why don't I come over and keep you company?

Haley smiled, and replied.

I'd love that. I g2g talk to my parents, c u soon <3

Haley chuckled and put her phone on her bed. She stripped off her dirty clothes; she hadn't taken the time to put a new set on in the morning because of her fatigue. She found a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt. It was nothing special, if she would have really decked herself out, her parents would get suspicious. The young coyote stayed up in her room a while longer, just to relax.

She then went down the stairs back into the kitchen. Nathan and Brian were sitting at their usual spots at the table. There was a sandwich at Haley's place.

"That for me?" Haley asked.

"Well yeah," Brian replied, "It's at your place."

Haley sat down and took a bite. It was a tuna sandwich, her favorite. She savored the bite, swallowed, and said.

"Thanks for the sandwich, I really needed it."

"Don't mention it," Brian began, "You need something to eat."

"So are you guys doing anything other than your premiere?" Haley asked.

"Dinner before at Blu's," Nathan replied.

"You got reservations there?" Brian asked, "Cause we haven't been to Blu's since the wedding."

"Yeah," Nathan replied, "I told you I pulled out all of the stops."

"You certainly did," Brian began, "Now I have to dress twice as nice."

"Sounds like fun," Haley said, taking another bite out of her sandwich.

"So how's school going?" Nathan asked.

"Good," Haley began with her mouthful, and then swallowed and continued, "Davis and I are playing the main roles in a production of Othello."

"Nice," Brian replied, "So you're Desdemona right?"

"Yeah," Haley replied.

"You're going to be wonderful," Nathan said, "Now I'm going to grab a shower."

"It's only 11 though," Brian replied.

"I figure I'd better get it out of the way," Nathan began, "You two have fun."

Nathan went up the stairs and went to the bathroom attached to his and Brian's bedroom. He had stripped off his shirt when Davis walked in through the door. He was holding the blue disk.

"I was just watching the fighting that happened over in Makassar when I was out," Davis began, "You really tore those fuckers a new one."

"I was just doing my job," Nathan replied.

"Executing unarmed prisoners is your job?" Davis asked with faux surprise.

"That was... different," Nathan began.

"Well maybe we should analyze this," Davis said, "We can watch it right now."

Davis turned on the disc so that the image was projected onto the mirror. The image showed Nathan busting into the second story of the Laundromat, the three Japanese soldiers kneeling down in the center. The coyote walked up to one pistol extended. The soldier's final words could not be heard, and Nathan pulled the trigger.

The imaged focused on Nathan's face for the rest of the killing. Davis froze it. Nathan was staring blankly the whole time, until he jumped into action. He grabbed Davis by the neck with a ferocious snarl and slammed him into the mirror, the glass cracking underneath the wolf's weight. Davis chuckled.

"I had to see it to believe it," Davis scoffed.

"What?" Nathan snarled, applying more pressure on the wolf.

"Look in the mirror."

The coyote moved his head to the right of Davis. His reflection was right next to the image on the mirror. They looked exactly the same, the angry grimace, the bloodthirsty eyes.

"You haven't changed a bit," Davis began, "You're still a killer."

Nathan released the wolf and grabbed his pills on the counter. He shook two out and put them into his maw. The image in the mirror and the blue disc disappeared, leaving just Nathan and Davis standing in the bathroom.

"Fun-spoiler," Davis scoffed, before turning and leaving the bathroom.

The mirror was cracked, and stained with red. Nathan became aware of a sharp pain in his right paw and arm, the arm he thrust Davis to the mirror with. He brought it up to his eyes. The fur was matted with blood, and scattered about on the skin were many tiny cuts, most containing glass. The coyote gave a hushed murmur of pain and picked up some tweezers.

"Are you okay?" Brian asked.

Nathan jumped, the movement adding a sharp wave of pain to his arm. He gasped.

"God you scared me," Nathan replied, waiting for his paws to steady before pulling out a shard, "Did I scare you?"

"A little, yeah," Brian began, moving up behind his coyote, "What happened?"

"I don't know," Nathan replied, "Davis was there, and he made me see that day on Makassar, you know? In the Laundromat? I slammed him up against the mirror, and then took my pills. I stopped seeing that day, and Davis just walked out."

"So you had a flashback?" Brian asked.

"I guess," Nathan said, "Do you think... that he could be using my PTSD?"

"Maybe," Brian replied, giving Nathan a kiss on the cheek, "But let's not worry about it now, we have a date to get ready for."

"That we do," Nathan said, "Just let me get this glass out of my arm

"You'll never guess what your daughter did," Brian began, his paws moving down to Nathan's hips.

"What?" Nathan asked.

"She gave me the teenager sigh," Brian said.

"Really?" Nathan replied, "She always said she hated girls that did that."

"You missed all of the juicy gossip," Brian began, starting to move his hips back and forth.

"What about?" Nathan asked.

"Amanda has a new boyfriend, Justin's gay," Brian replied.

"No way," Nathan interrupted, "Haley's first boyfriend?"

"Yeah," Brian replied, "She said that was probably why he never wanted to kiss her."

"I could have never called that," Nathan replied, "Anything else?"

"The usual teenage stuff," Brian began, his hips moving with more intensity now.

"Chill out you horn dog," Nathan said, "You're messing me up."

"Sorry," Brian said, stopping his movements, "I didn't mean to jostle you."

"Well you can jostle me all that you want after I pull this crap out of my arm," Nathan scoffed.

"That is a promise love," Brian replied, backing off from Nathan.

'Where are you going?" The coyote asked, pulling out a cluster of shards from one cut.

"Starting my shower," Brian began, already half undressed.

"You can wait for me," Nathan replied, "I'm almost done here anyways."

"I don't know," Brian scoffed, "I don't want you to bleed on me."

Nathan chuckled and finished pulling out the glass from his wounds. Bandaging it could wait until after his shower, he figured, so he began to strip off his clothes. Just as he undid belt, the shower started. The coyote chuckled and finished taking off his clothes.

"You don't know how to listen, do you?" Nathan asked, walking towards the shower.

"What?" Brian asked, "I can't hear you?"

Nathan scoffed and got into the shower.

"You know what happens to boys who don't listen right?"

"Ooh what?" Brian asked back, turning to face the coyote.

"Well," Nathan began, advancing closer to the golden retriever, "They get punished."

"How?" Brian asked, a smirk growing on his face.

Nathan got even closer, his muzzle nearly touching Brian's. He smiled and replied.

"They lose sex privileges."

The coyote turned around, letting the water soak his back. Brian gave a whine of protest and got the coyote into a reverse hug. The golden's broad shoulders blocked the fall of the water.

"Now you're ruining my shower," Nathan scoffed.

"I'm sorry wuff," Brian said, "Why don't I make it up to you?"

"And how do you suppose to do that?" Nathan asked, turning around.

Brian replied with a kiss. Nathan gave a content sigh, his paws reaching around to rub Brian's back. The golden retriever moved his lips down to the coyote's neck, suckling and nibbling on the fur and skin.

"I think I might rescind your punishment," Nathan said.

"Mmh" Brian replied.

"I spoil you too much," Nathan began, and then leaned his head back to give Brian better access, "But I'm glad I do."

"Me too," Brian replied, lifting his mouth up from Nathan's neck, "We good?"

"We were always good," Nathan scoffed, "I don't think I could go without sex."

Brian chuckled and gave Nathan a quick kiss on the lips. The coyote chuckled and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Brian pouted.

"I thought that was really going somewhere," Brian began.

"You remember last time we had sex in the shower?" Nathan scoffed.

"That was a one time thing," Brian replied.

"You didn't have to unclog the shower," Nathan began, lathering up his fur with the shampoo, "Besides; we should wait for after our date anyways."

"And why is that 'yote?" Brian asked.

"We can build up romantic and sexual tension on the date," Nathan began, "Then consummate on that when we get home."

"We both have work tomorrow," Brian replied.

"That doesn't matter," Nathan said.

"It kind of does for you," Brian scoffed, "You can't fall asleep in the middle of a surgery."

"If I'm really that tired, I'll just drink a crapload of coffee or swipe one of Haley's energy drinks," Nathan said.

Nathan finished putting the shampoo in his fur and handed the bottle off to Brian. The golden retriever grabbed the bottle and began to work the contents into his fur. Soon enough he was done, and the two were rinsing.

"I'm so excited," Brian began.

"That's good," Nathan replied, "Me too."

"Well if we can't have sex in the shower," Brian began, a smirk on his face, "We can still make out, right?"

"I don't see why not," Nathan replied, running a paw down the side of Brian's face.

The golden retriever murred and put the coyote against the wall of the shower. Nathan pushed his head up to start their lips' contact, his arms wrapped securely around Brian's neck. As Brian began to put more force into the kiss, Nathan's head and neck relaxed, giving Brian full control.

Brian picked Nathan up, the coyote's thighs wrapping around his hips. The two continued to kiss, mouths opening to greet the combined onslaughts of two pink tongues. Nathan moved his head up to catch a breath, while Brian breathed into his chest.

"This position is teasing the hell out of me," Brian gasped.

"You chose it," Nathan scoffed, nibbling on the corner of Brian's ear.

"Can't we...," Brian began, looking up pleadingly into Nathan's eyes.

"Well I don't see why not," Nathan replied, "It'll have to be quick though." "Thank you," Brian said with an exhale, "I was getting a major chubby."

"You should put that chubby to good use," Nathan replied, "You got me all hot and bothered."

"Well," Brian began, following each of his next words with a kiss after, "Let me fix that."

On the last kiss, Nathan sucked on Brian's lower lip as he backed away. Brian went back to kissing on Nathan's neck, and the coyote reared his head back and spread open his legs. Nathan chuckled and reached two paws down to squeeze Brian's buttocks. Brian pulled his hips back, ready to enter.

The shower curtain slid open with a loud slide. Nathan gasped and Brian nearly dropped the coyote. After a few seconds of breathless shock, Brian let the coyote back up on his feet amid their uneasy chuckles.

"Jesus Christ," Nathan began, "That scared the shit out of me."

"Me too," Brian sighed, "We can wait for tonight."

"Think that was Davis?" Nathan asked.

"You tell me," Brian began, "You're the only one that can see him."

"I can't believe he's still an asshole," Nathan scoffed.

"If he's still here you might want to put a damper on those comments," Brian replied, "He might get pissed."

"Yeah bullshit," Nathan began, turning off the water, "He's not going to do anything that bad, he just likes to mess with me."

"Giving you a flashback isn't bad," Brian replied, "Look at your arm, he did that do you."

Nathan looked it over and scoffed.

"It really isn't that bad, I just need to wrap it and I'll be fine."

"Just don't taunt him," Brian began, "You've seen Paranormal Activity."

"That's a movie though," Nathan replied, "Complete and utter bullshit."

As he finished speaking the shower came on with a dull roar, blasting the pair with cold water. The two jumped, Brian hitting his head on the shower rod. After recovering from their shock, the two stepped out of the shower. The water suddenly shut off with a hiss. "See," Brian began, rubbing his head, "Don't piss him off."

"Okay fine," Nathan replied, "If it will put you at ease then I will."

"Thank you," Brian said, throwing Nathan a towel, "I really don't want a pissed off ghost running around here."

The two toweled off in silence, and then wrapped their towels around their waists. Nathan reached into the cupboard and grabbed a gauze wrap, his arm soon bandaged in the material. The two then walked into their bedroom, where their outfits for the night were laid on the bed. Nathan removed the towel from his waist to put on the pair of underwear. Brian gave a snort.

"Have you been working out?" Brian asked, "Cause you are looking damn good."

"You know I haven't," Nathan scoffed, "And I know you haven't."

"Yeah right," Brian retorted, letting the towel drop, "With muscles like these I have to be."

"Which I why I see flab," Nathan began.

"What? Where?" Brian asked.

The coyote walked up to the golden retriever and squeezed his gut. It hadn't turned into a beer belly, but there was a thin coat of fat over Brian's abdominals.

"Right there," Nathan replied, "Someone needs to do more crunches."

Brian mocked Nathan's words and the coyote laughed. The golden retriever put on his pair of underwear and looked over his clothes. He gave a disapproving scoff.

"Why is my tie brown?" Brian began, looking at the piece of clothing with disdain.

"You're the one who picked it out," Nathan replied, pulling on a white undershirt.

"Huh," Brian said, throwing the tie onto his dresser and pulling out a red one, "This one's much better."

"Okay," Nathan began, now into his black dress shirt, "How do I look?"

"Very good," Brian replied, "If you don't put the pants on you'll be perfect."

"You would like that," Nathan chuckled, "But something tells me that Vic Erling wouldn't be too impressed with your boner."

"Good point," Brian began, "Better put on the pants then."

Nathan smirked and put on some black dress pants. The coyote stood up, straightening a crease down the side of his left leg. Brian was wearing a blue striped oxford dress shirt, along with black dress pants. Nathan pulled out his tie, a dark red one, and put it on.

"Could you tie my tie?" Brian asked.

"You still haven't learned how," Nathan scoffed, "You'd think after ten years of me doing it you'd figure it out."

"Just do it please," Brian replied, handing Nathan the tie.

The coyote tied the tied around Brian's neck, finishing the task in no time at all. He stood back and admired his work.

"What time is it?" Nathan asked.

"You have your watch," Brian scoffed, pointing out the watch on the bed.

"Well you have yours on," Nathan began, "I don't want to have to go over and look at it."

"Oh you big lazy baby," Brian replied, "It's 1:30."

"Two hours," Nathan said excitedly, moving over to the bed to pick up his silver Rolex.

Brian reached out for the coyote's tie, pulling the brown canine into him. He rested Nathan's back in the crook of his arm. Nathan giggled and ran a paw down the fabric of Brian's shirt. The golden retriever then reached down and planted a kiss on the coyote's nose. There was a knock on the doorframe.

"Am I interrupting anything?" Haley asked.

"No," Brian began, pulling away from Nathan, "What's up?"

"Grandma called," Haley replied, "I told her you guys were working."

"Well what did she want?" Nathan asked.

"Us to come out for Thanksgiving," Haley began, "I said that we most likely couldn't make it."

"That poor woman," Brian sighed, "Spends each Thanksgiving alone."

"Well it's not my fault she's a huge bitch," Nathan scoffed.

"Yeah she is," Haley replied, "Remember that time I broke my arm in gym, and she flipped out and tried to send me out to Ohio."

"Yeah," Nathan began, "You've already heard my Thanksgiving story with her."

"So we aren't going to grandmas?" Haley asked.

"No," Nathan replied, "We'll have another fun family thanksgiving here."

"So you can nearly burn the house down again," Brain quipped.

"You said the turkey would be good for another hour," Nathan replied.

"Dad," Haley began, "No offense, but when you see flames inside the oven, you normally turn the oven off and put the fire out."

"Hey, look on the bright side," Nathan said, "We got to have takeout for dinner."

"There could have been a turkey cut up into that Chinese food we had," Brian scoffed.

"I vote for Mexican food this Thanksgiving," Haley began, "I think dads nearly blew up the house every thanksgiving."

"Fine," Nathan sighed, "Mexican it is."

"Sweet," Haley began, "I'll let you two finish getting ready."

"Ok," Nathan replied, "Nice talking to you Haley."

"Oh and Dad," Haley said as she headed for the door, "That was the strangest sound I have ever heard from you."

With that the teenager turned and walked down the stairs, leaving her parents standing by their bed. Brian cleared his throat and walked towards his dresser. Nathan followed suit. The golden retriever pulled out a bottle of cologne from his underwear drawer and applied a minute amount to his neck.

"What kind of cologne is that?" Nathan asked.

"Cologne sexuelle," Brian replied.

"Can I have a whiff?" Nathan asked.

Brian brought the bottle to Nathan's nose. The coyote ignored it and went straight for the golden retriever's neck, sniffing away. Brian jumped and Nathan backed off.

"It smells good on you, but I'm going to use my own," Nathan said.

"If that was the strangest sound Haley's ever heard she obviously doesn't hear too much," Brian began.

"How?" Nathan asked.

"Well almost every night it sounds like a soft-core porno in our bedroom," Brian scoffed.

"No," Nathan replied, "I'm not loud."

"Bullshit," Brian retorted, "You squeal like a pig."

"That's a load of horse shit!" Nathan exclaimed, punching Brian in the arm, "I don't squeal."

"That's because my tongue's in your mouth," Brian said, sticking his tongue out at the coyote."

"I wouldn't squeal anyways," Nathan said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You know you want to," Brian retorted, throwing Nathan a smutty look.

"Sorry love," Nathan began, walking past the golden retriever to the bathroom, "But you're not that big."

Nathan went around the corner into the bathroom with a chuckle. The golden retriever was silent for a few moments, thinking up a suitable retort. He smirked and walked beside the doorframe to the bathroom.

"Maybe I'm so big you can't even make a sound," Brian said, "But you still squeal."

There was no reply. Brian gave a huff and went into the bathroom.

"You know I'm just kidding with you, right?" The golden retriever asked.

Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, staring at himself. The coyote's eyes were sad, as if his reflection was something malevolent to him. Brian clucked his tongue and grabbed the coyote. He turned him around and got him into a bear hug. Brian released Nathan as soon as the coyote began to try to get out of it.

"What's up?" Brian asked. "Davis said that I haven't changed," Nathan began, "And when I look in that mirror, I can see what he means."

Brian looked into the bloodstained and cracked mirror. He turned the coyote back around, letting the coyote see himself in the mirror again. Brian stood beside him, his paw curled under his chin like one analyzing a painting.

"You know what I see," He began, "I see a loving husband, a caring father, and a dedicated surgeon who would die for his patients."

"Under that though," Nathan replied, "It's still me, the murderer."

"No," Brian began, "I still don't see it. You aren't psychotic, or a murderer, or anything bad. You're one of the best furs I know. Well, other than the fact that you're cooking sucks."

Nathan chuckled, and turned away from the mirror, his bottle of cologne in hand. He applied it to his neck, and set the bottle back on the counter.

"Thank you for that," Nathan began, "You always know what to say."

"Of course I do," Brian replied, "Are you ready to go?"

"Sure," Nathan said, "You first."

Brian went out the door and down the stairs, Nathan following. Haley was sitting on the couch, idly watching TV. Nathan stopped and touched her shoulder.

"Me and Brian are leaving," He began.

"Ok," Haley replied.

"We love you," Nathan said.

"Love you too, have fun," Haley said, turning to a different channel.

Brian and Nathan gave each other an exasperated look and headed out the door. As soon as the piece of wood closed, Haley muted the TV and waited for the sound of the car leaving the driveway. As soon as they left Haley pulled out her phone, and texted eagerly.

They just left, hurry over.