Ariadne found herself debating whether or not Albert was a project. She'd taken on the task of, if not reforming, at least civilizing Maul and Savage. Which was ironic, since her kind were considered the ultimate examine of uncivilized. With Albert, though, it was different somehow. Maybe because he used to be Human. Or maybe because she got the sense that his pain manifested in a different way.
Ultimately, she reasoned, as she walked up to the door to his house, it didn't matter. Project or not, he was still one of her people. As close as she could get to a pack. What mattered was that she cared about him.
Which probably explained the basket of late-autumn fruit she was carrying.
And the fact that she'd decided to pay the doctor a housecall.
She knocked on the door, shifting from foot to foot. She was wearing her leathers today. Thinking about going for a long walk in the woods. But first Albert.
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Ultimately, she reasoned, as she walked up to the door to his house, it didn't matter. Project or not, he was still one of her people. As close as she could get to a pack. What mattered was that she cared about him.
Which probably explained the basket of late-autumn fruit she was carrying.
And the fact that she'd decided to pay the doctor a housecall.
She knocked on the door, shifting from foot to foot. She was wearing her leathers today. Thinking about going for a long walk in the woods. But first Albert.