"Never," Tatum replied weakly, shuffling around a little to prop herself up more straight and comfortably so that she could regard her brother more closely. "F-For as long as I live, I'm gonna b-be a.. like, hardcore extreme wolf wrestler. Like the Crocodile Hunter, except I-I'm not dead."

Her rough night seemed to have done nothing to take away from her somewhat offbeat sense of humor, and her lips were already twitching into a smile at her own joke. "T-That was rude, but I mean.. c'mon, crikey."

Closing her eyes for just a second as, for what felt like the millionth time, her vision swam in front of her eyes. When she reopened them, there was now only one Rath rather than three or four. She wondered vaguely if she had maybe hit her head harder last night than she realized. Reaching out and taking her brother's hand, she gave it a squeeze.

"So no dad," she began, slowly trying to work into the more serious subject, one that was eating away at her even as she tried to tell herself she didn't care. Madeline had been in for a long while earlier, and it had been one of the most enlightening talks the two had ever shared. Strange, but enlightening. Tatum could honestly say she understood the older woman a lot better now.

"I don't t-think Madeline's.. I don't think m-mom is going home," she murmured, trailing off. It was her fault, of course. Her coming out had fractured the family, and now her accident was tearing them all apart entirely. It hurt her a lot to consider how things had been just last year, compared to how shit they were now. "I d-didn't mean for this to like.. h-happen," she offered weakly.

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He grinned and laughed lightly. "You're more bad ass than the crocodile hunter. That's saying something. I suppose it's not so bad anymore. You can probably kick my ass now with that like... wolf strength or some shit," he pushed his hat back on his head and laughed when she said crikey. He didn't know how anyone would have kept a straight face. "Yeah well the bastard shoulda seen it coming. You can't get killed by a stingray without there being some sort of consequence."

He squeezed her hand back, it was time for the serious stuff. He had never really been good at that and he hadn't really been able to talk to Tatum about their dad but his jaw tightened and his lips set in a thin line. Mick Donnelly was number one on his shit list at the moment and that likely wouldn't change, not with the way he was treating the girls. "Listen Tat, I don't know how to break it lightly to you... your dad is a douche bag," he squeezed her hand again and smiled gently.

"You mean for good?" he asked quietly when the conversation turned over to their parents. A part of him was surprised that this had lasted as long as it did without Madeline leaving their father. She had always been strict but the whole thing with Tatum and now Sera had just been too much. "Mick Donnelly is getting what he deserves," he leaned over and kissed the side of her head. "He was never cool enough for us anyways."

He shook his head when she said she hadn't done it on purpose. "No shit Tate," he said, smiling gently. "If anyone thinks you went out there with the intention of getting turned into a werewolf then they're fucking nuts. It just pisses me off that you turning into a werewolf was Mad... mom's wake up call," he corrected himself. "We're not falling apart over this," he put his other hand over hers, looking at her seriously.

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