As Helen stitched up Dean's stab wound after injecting him with an anesthesia that numbed the surrounding area she was working on, Claude couldn't help but fidget.
Out of everything that should be bothering him, there's a tiny voice in his head that reminds him of his father's scolding; how terrible it would be for anyone to see the future Head Vampire of Gratia Clan twiddling his fingers and unable to stand still.
Claude couldn't help it. Helen Hussain had taken one look at him upon entering the surveillance room and told the young werewolf who had accompanied her all the way to the Patrol Building to wait outside, which could only mean that she wanted to talk to both Claude and Dean privately.
It didn't help that Claude couldn't hold Dean's hand as Helen patched him up, nor could Clau
