"Huh. Well, considering that the world looks like it's still doing it's thing, you were pretty successful, so thanks." The smile was a little less guarded.

An offer of help? This is more than he'd expected. His gait gets slightly bouncy as his voice can't hold back his excitement. "Seriously, that would be so awesome of you, you have no idea how unhelpful movies have been. Which is like, wrong, right? Movies, unhelpful? Psh. But I sound like a loser movie critic when I complain how inaccurate so many movies about werewolves have been and I just--I need to know the real deal." A pause after that rant. "Golden eyes? Did...did my eyes turn golden again?"

But he nodded eagerly. He doesn't mind telling Flynn about his past, or how he lived if it came up, dude was a vampire, he doubted he'd care or judge. "Sure! I still haven't actually seen what I look like as a wolf, I tried to set up a camera on the second night I changed but I chewed up the phone. I found some fur in my stuff, though. Uhhh...where to start? After I got bit, I don't really remember the next couple of days afterwards, I was so sick. I ended up in my motel room and when I finally snapped out of it a couple days later, all the weirdness started happening. And like, at this point I wasn't sure if it was a bigass coyote or dog that got me."