Colin sat silent for a long minute, drinking most of his beer at one go and setting the bottle down on the table with a loud clunk.
He turned to me, looking as serious as I'd ever seen him. "Look, I was thinking about it on the way home and while you were in the shower. Thinking about a lot of things, and maybe not liking a lot of it."
He had been incredibly quiet, and weirdly subdued. I'd thought that was just him being tactful, or maybe feeling guilty, but apparently not. "It's not just the blackmail and the—whatever else. I know this is your life's work. And I think it's really cool what you're doing—in general, Newt, in the lab. But not this. Trying to change yourself? I don't get it. And I really don't fucking like it."
"We've been over this!" I lost my grip on what was left of my temper and slammed my own beer down on the table, a few drops flying out the top. "You're already an alpha werewolf, Colin! Why the hell would you need to change yourself?"
