{your pov}
Ethan and I have been sitting in silence for a while.
I don't know what he's thinking about, since I can't read his thoughts, but I'm thinking about Sean.
Why would he be searching in my room? And Ethan said he heard him sniff all the time.
He doesn't have a cold, that's obvious. So that must indeed mean he was searching for Ethan.
Shit.
"Does that mean he's a were?" I think out loud.
"Huh?" Ethan asks, "you talking about Sean, or?"
I nod, "yeah. Sorry, I was thinking out loud. But I just don't get it."
"Me neither. But if Sean kept sniffing and he doesn't have a cold-"
"That means he was searching for you, because he smelled you were in there."
Ethan nods, "exactly."
"So, as I asked before, does that mean he's a were?"
"I guess it does." Ethan sighs. "Sometimes I really question the universe why this is happening to us and not to some other people. . ."
I nod in agreement, "yup. Do you happen to know what kind of were he is?" I ask as I lay on my back on the floor.
He shakes his head, "nah. I can't see that or smell that or anything. I mean, I wish I could, but-"
"You can't," I finish, "I get it."
Ethan nods.
Another moment of silence passes.
"They must know that you're a pixie," I finally say.
"I guess so."
"That sucks. . . "
"M-hm. And the fact that you're on your room a lot, doesn't really help solve the problem," he says.
I look up at him and raise an eyebrow.
"No offense."
I chuckle, "none taken."
"How's the survivor doing?" He asks.
"Good. Sean said his wounds were too bad when he checked him, but when I checked him, his wounds were perfectly fine."
"Weird. . "
"M-hm. Sounds like he doesn't like him."
I nod.
"I'm going to get some furniture out of my room." Ethan stands up and walks out. I take this opportunity to jump on my bed.
Ethan comes back with a mattress, a pillow and bed sheets
He goes to his room once more and gets a little chair, some clean clothes and some other stuff in a bag.
"You got everything?" I ask as he plops down on the bed next to me.
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