Brice shrugged. “I did the extra thing for a TV show and was discovered."—he made finger quotes—"I ended up with an agent who sort of created my bio out of a whole cloth, after I told him I’d been in a car accident and lost most of my memories of my childhood. Actually, that’s what I told anyone who asked, because I believed it myself.”
“No wonder you’re a decent actor, you’ve been doing it in real life for a long time.”
“Only decent?” Brice looked a bit offended.
“I really haven’t watched the show enough to know, truth be told. I think it’s funny though that you ended up playing a were-wolf.”
Brice stared pensively at the ground. “You know, it’s like…fate or whatever has been conspiring to make me remember. First the show, then you, and the fact that you and Noah live in the same house—because if I hadn’t had that run-in with him and Kief, you probably wouldn’t have said what you did and we wouldn’t be out here now.”
“Interesting idea.” Logan stretched and then yawned.
“Yeah me too. I’m exhausted. What say we get back,” Brice suggested as he got up.
“Sound good to me.” Logan joined him, then said as they headed back towards the car, “Are you going to be all right, now that you know?”
“I’ve got a feeling it’s going to take a while to accept and…”
When Brice stayed silent Logan asked, “And what?”
“Would you mind terribly coming back here with me sometime soon, so I can see if I can still shift? I mean who knows; maybe I’ve pushed that part of me down so deeply it won’t be possible.”
“I think you’ll be able to, but after such a long time it would probably be a good idea for me to be with you—as moral support if nothing else. So yeah, just tell me when.”
“Thanks. Tomorrow night?”
Logan laughed. “When you decide to do something you jump right on it. Sure, tomorrow night’s fine.”