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Greenwood’s comment caused Kieran to visibly stiffen, his jaw clenching tight. His initial kneejerk reaction was to snap at her and tell her about how they bled searching for Twycross, a cold fury coursing through him. But when he turned around to face her, he was met with a look of apologetic horror at what she had just said, causing a humorless smile to replace his scowl. The anger had drained from him quickly, replaced by his usual apathy. The werewolf had seen the job twist people before, hell it twisted Corrigan till he broke, but he had thought that Greenwood was somehow immune to it with her all too bright nature. 

The green-haired Regulator had shifted her attention to a large, white spider that Kieran had completely failed to notice. While the hairy, eight-legged creature with far too many eyes was quite unnerving, even the werewolf thought it didn’t deserve a shoe to the face. Vallon seemed to share that sentiment, as it seemed like it was his turn to snap at people. Kieran had absolutely no interest in getting involved, so with a small shake of his head he turned his attention back to the coffee machine. By the time he finished pouring himself a cup, both Vallon and Greenwood had stormed out of the kitchen, leaving the room heavy with quite the heavy silence. 

Leaning against the counter now, Kieran measured up newest addition to the team. He seemed to be the serious sort that likely had a nasty knack for reading people’s expressions. Regardless, the werewolf gave the doctor a look that was as neutral as he could manage as he gave the man a silent toast with his mug. [color=slategray]”Welcome to the team End. As I’m sure you can tell, you’ve come to us at a rather difficult time,”[/color] he said all too matter-of-factly, although even he thought his words were a gross understatement. [color=slategray]”Twycross, the man you are replacing, was dear to both of them. I hope you can forgive them for being standoffish with you.”[/color] The words came naturally to him, but deep down they felt somewhat hollow. 

Kieran brought the mug to his lips and took a deep drink of the burning liquid to silence the odd feeling in his chest. His tongue felt like it would blister, but the pain seemed to help push the unpleasantness down. For now, he would play nice with the new guy, as there was no sense in drawing even more attention to himself. But never again would he make the mistake of breaking his arm’s length policy he had with people. He had to suppress the urge to let out a dark chuckle as a realization gripped him. [color=slategray][i]’You really did leave [b]us[/b] a bloody mess, didn’t you Twycross?’[/i][/color]