He allows himself to be herded- to an extent, back out and onto the street, dark eyes flicking once more upon the young woman's frame, mind unable to understand why it is he has never truly been given to notice her before, oblivious to the fact the dress itself is responsible for much of her accentuated features, doing just as it should in this regard and yet his frustration remains. That he has noticed her is indeed perhaps an encouraging sign in some respects and yet, what he wants from her still remains a mystery to him entirely, unable to understand his own instinct within these moments as he violently shoves such thoughts away, refusing to allow them to tangle with his fractured mind any longer as he willingly takes up the lead once more, utterly pleased to be heading in the right direction now as that ever-shaggy hair tumbles back into his dark chocolate eyes as he strides beside her, long limbs eating away at the ground despite the somewhat awkward manner in which he is walking, feet evidently disagreeing with his shoes even now- his steps overly large on some occasions. Fortunately it would seem, she is content to distract him, her answer to his earlier questions seeing the tall, toned young man incline his head towards his pack mate once more. The words she offers seem to register within the boy, features pulled into a frown of sorts as he blinks softly, attempting to perceive what she says entirely, seeming to struggle perhaps, with the concept of 'better pack', unsure exactly how to improve upon what they already have. He has not changed, not developed, at least, not mentally in nearly sixteen years, seemingly frozen in time from the day his entire world came crashing down all those years ago when he had searched amongst rubble and ash for his best friend and what semblance of pack he had been given to have. Some part of himself does not understand that the world has changed, refuses to accept that things cannot be as they were when they were children. That he can no longer spend every day with Tetra and every other night sleeping under his bed, or on the end of it clearly does not compute. He has not changed, not in all those years and he cannot perceive that his pack mates have, the boy stuck in a world that moved on without him- and struggling terribly to catch up.

To him- the world is simple, black and white, with precious little grey. He and Naddy and Tetra....belong together, as they were and that is all he desires, to his mind that is perfection, that is the world as it should be. It is all he wants and yet this seems to be denied to him over and over, mind unable to understand why, resulting in his violent outburst and wild mood swings, Nadya forced to suffer the brunt of them during the night. That what they have, that he and Naddy are somehow....not enough.....for Tetra to want to see is unfathomable to him. That the girl had meant such things as more a tease then the truth has evidently been misunderstood as he becomes rather visibly distressed by this notion that he is somehow....not good enough. He has not changed, has never been anything else, how he can suddenly not be good enough is beyond his capacity to discover as he stares towards the girl with an expression of utter loss as she pokes at him.

"But....if I....am happy he...will stay, yes?"

It is fortunate perhaps, that they are given to finally reach the club, preventing the near imminent breakdown that had surely been about to follow, the noise, the music, the lights seeing the tall young man halt instantly within his tracks. He has not been within a house since the day Nadya and Tetra's had burned down, a club is entirely foreign, as is the music and strobe lighting that sees him hurriedly step back, nearly colliding with the girl as he stumbles over his shoes once more.

"I don't....like this."

He knows Tetradore is inside and yet for perhaps the first time within his existence he is unwilling to go to him, his own instincts, so much more...developed perhaps, then the average Were are given to flare into life, warning him away from the building before him although he cannot understand why, not entirely, the distinct lack of other Were's, particularly of the feline persuasion entirely evident to him as he hesitates still.

"Tetra should not....be here. Smells dead....all of it."

One hand reaches up to rake through his hair, a nervous gesture of sorts before he seems to decide in favour of his companion, shifting forward and towards the front door and rather large bouncer that seems to be checking ID's, pausing to wait for Nadya.

"How do we....get in?"

He has few redeeming features, yet loyalty, it would seem- is one of them.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push