[Oh did he know that Steve's mind was made up and nothing short of the literal intervention of God would change it. Even then, it was a toss up on who could and would be more stubborn between the two: Steve or the Creator. He still would put his last dollar on Steve and not just because they happened to be best friends and pack mates.

His ears shifted to follow Steve around the room, then his eyes when the blond had to cross him to leave to collect some food. He listened intently to the words, feeling a nibble of shame that he was so concerned that Steve wouldn't pass yet another impossible test of survival. This was different; this was something that he would be causing rather than Steve's usual fight against nature itself and all the ways that it apparently was trying to kill his best friend.]

I'm laying around because you're taking your sweet time. [And okay, okay, he was shifting so that he could pull on clothes again, which seemed blasphemous given how close to the full moon it was. He was no longer small enough as a wolf to pass as a dog Steve was walking, so they had to take a bus. He was twitchy and eager even in his human form, his hair a little more wild than usual and his eyes almost with a glow to them.

He tugged on his trousers and regarded Steve pointedly even as he began to button up his shirt almost with the same motion of tucking it into his pants, which left the buttons lopsided. He cared not one bit about being one button off.]

If the bus comes and we aren't at the stop, I'm carrying you to it. Those spindly twigs you stand on had better be in working order, Rogers. [He put up a wall of his usual enthusiasm to hide his anxiety of all the other things they were apparently doing tonight. It would work. They tended to be more reckless than they needed to be and it hadn't gone too poorly before.

He headed for the door, not even bothering with a cap or jacket. It was just more items to lose when he was running around.]