His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her drop her bottle to the floor. The only reason he would ever share anything about himself with someone he was vaguely friendly with would be to make a point and to try to develop some common ground. Jack was a very private person and emotional vulnerability was not in his vocabulary and when he encountered someone like this who was almost spilling their guts and dirty laundry all over the carpet, well it was safe to say that made him uncomfortable. People talk too much as it is and introducing alcohol into the mix made it even worse, and even though Karina was thin, there was no way just one beer had done her in…By the looks of it she’d been in some state of inebriation for quite some time now and the mixture of that with solitude would never produce a good outcome. But he would be as patient as he could be since she had the right to be angry.

JT was an understanding person, a person who would never go into a home uninvited and one who listened more than he spoke, but one of the few things that could get him going was the accusation that someone had “no idea,” or in this case, “a concept of what that means.” Everyone had their cross to bear and to pretend that others didn’t feel even slightly similar pain, well that was just downright insulting. He would never presume to understand what it meant to be a werewolf. In some ways he thought it would be a luxury since it was an understood fact that they might kill people during a full moon, but for Jack, he’d killed people in full consciousness and he didn’t have the luxury of not remembering. He didn’t think it would be a blessing to be a werewolf, but sometimes it wasn’t a blessing to be who he was either. He’d watched his father beat up his mother for many years of his childhood but he’d done nothing and though he was aware of his motivations in life, he still had to live with that. But all this of course was only coming from his inner most thoughts since the Auror would never dwell on such matters…That too was a luxury, a luxury that Karina was abusing.

"It's not the same. Not in the least…Whatever Gary did...you can't put it on the same level as an uncursed person."

“Which is why I’m here,” he replied, calmly. “Gary stole somethin’ that could hurt a lot of people. Now I could bring the full weight of the law down on him but I am choosin’ to come to you first.” He picked up his bottle and drank quite a bit of it before holding it in front of him again as he watched her. He thought about telling her something about choices but that would probably just make her mad again so he thought it best to either let her vent some more or allow her to come around to reason on her own.



This ain't no place for the weary kind.