Ever so slowly, Alcide slides his hands down his face, eyes peeking at her between his fingers as she explains without question that she and Derek are not boyfriend and girlfriend. Exploring really means exploring. They're not... boyfriending... or girlfriending. They're... well, shit.

For a weighty moment Alcide feels relief. He didn't sleep with his roommates girlfriend. He didn't step over that line and he's not that kind of asshole. Also, Buffy was just his that day. The wolfy parts of him, the possessive parts of him, likes that. Then he has to rethink every-damn-thing they've said just now. And... well, shit.

"If you're not boyfriendin' then why was he so keen on you and him gettin' together that night?" Please remember that his perception was skewed that day. He was drugged. He might have taken things differently than he should have.

Then they're on the condom conversation and Alcide gets a sick, roiling nervousness in his stomach. Wolves make wolves, not through biting like in the movies, but through bloodline. But Buffy really looks worried about it and his instinct is to make it better. "Look, if... I mean we'll deal with it, together."

Boy howdy this conversation took a weird turn. Even before he's realized the weird turn there were weird turns.

"You and Derek aren't...?" He has to ask one more time. Sorry not sorry.