Clint was still a flight risk. Don't get the wrong impression, Phil. He was just a good liar. Even to himself.
If he was honest with himself, his entire life was in a backpack he had left outside the window. The younger man didn't let go of Phil for the longest time (in his mind it felt like years). He didn't want to move from where he was because he actually felt somewhat safe. He didn't actually know from what. He just felt safe. Safer than he did when it came to a lot of things. When it came to everything that was happening to him. "It's actually just a backpack I dropped outside the window. Not a lot of stuff." He'd brought...mostly the postcards that he used as a pseudo-shield against anything that was happening to him. It kept him grounded. A person would see it as Phil kept him grounded. He would believe it.
"Well...um...werewolf stuff really." Clint isn't really an expert on it, Phil. "I get really sick and moody 'round the full moon then I change and if anything's there...I attack it. 've been keepin' myself contained for the most part. Either locked away somewhere or somewhere remote. Away from the general public. I turn into something, 'm sure. I black out for most of it...don't remember the mornin' after. It's not really that fun." Traveling cross-country was not a good idea in his mind when he looked back on it. There had been one or more times he just found a truck stop and barricaded himself in until the next morning. "I think I left a sudden string of livestock killings before I found you. 'n one casualty that I know of."
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Date: 2012-09-15 08:48 am (UTC)If he was honest with himself, his entire life was in a backpack he had left outside the window. The younger man didn't let go of Phil for the longest time (in his mind it felt like years). He didn't want to move from where he was because he actually felt somewhat safe. He didn't actually know from what. He just felt safe. Safer than he did when it came to a lot of things. When it came to everything that was happening to him. "It's actually just a backpack I dropped outside the window. Not a lot of stuff." He'd brought...mostly the postcards that he used as a pseudo-shield against anything that was happening to him. It kept him grounded. A person would see it as Phil kept him grounded. He would believe it.
"Well...um...werewolf stuff really." Clint isn't really an expert on it, Phil. "I get really sick and moody 'round the full moon then I change and if anything's there...I attack it. 've been keepin' myself contained for the most part. Either locked away somewhere or somewhere remote. Away from the general public. I turn into something, 'm sure. I black out for most of it...don't remember the mornin' after. It's not really that fun." Traveling cross-country was not a good idea in his mind when he looked back on it. There had been one or more times he just found a truck stop and barricaded himself in until the next morning. "I think I left a sudden string of livestock killings before I found you. 'n one casualty that I know of."