Whoever said silence was deafening had been right on the money. Lost to his own revelations about what had transpired when he was last awake, it was somewhat unsettling that Deidra said nothing else. She'd asked what he'd remembered... so it did make sense that she knew what his memories might tell him. Obviously she had to have been there when everything happened, else he would never have found himself knocking on death's door to begin with. But that did not mean she had to remain silent.
It was bad enough that he had come to the realization that he was now a werewolf, but it was worse still when he could feel the beast pacing inside of him. It wanted to be let free, and the anger that shot through him was more of the beast than himself. It was disturbing to say the least. How was he supposed to keep a grip in the outside world when he'd nearly lost it while merely sitting and discovering the aftermath of what had happened to him? Daniel accepted the fact, then and there, that his career was probably over. His life in ruins. Was it possible to begin anew?
As things were, Daniel didn't think so. Maybe getting Deidra to actually say something might help him to glean something more. When she still kept quiet, he felt a new rush of anger in him, his patience fickle at best. He needed to pull it together. Ignoring the wolf that was raging inside was the only way he would be able to do that, but the beast wasn't going to make it an easy task it seemed. Retreating into his own mind for a few precious moments, the doctor managed to calm himself enough to not lash out. That wasn't what he needed to be doing. He needed to be trying to find answers.
Figuring it might be best to start with what had gotten under Deidra's skin to begin with, he decided to ask his next question.What exactly had happened to her? In a supernatural world, anything was possible after all. Tempering his irritation to a manageable level, Daniel kept himself as calm as possible. It seemed like hours before the woman's voice filtered through his ears, a slight pounding in his skull as a headache began to form; he had yet to adjust to the intensity of his heightened sense of hearing.
Despite the struggles Daniel already knew he would have to face, he steered his mind away from that, instead paying attention to what the woman beside him had to say. As a doctor, it wasn't hard to understand how a terrible day of work could influence the flow of a meeting, which would just further dampen a mood. But... how could a werewolf not notice two familiar scents in such close proximity? It wasn't as though Daniel went out of his way to try masking his scent, and he hadn't hidden his lady friend from Deidra. Perhaps... he should have. "How does an Alpha miss the scent of someone they've been around for so long?" the question slipped on a low growl. Daniel still was not able to keep a vice hold on his volatile wolf half given his recent turning.
Averting his gaze from the woman yet again, Daniel tried yet again to quiet the bestial part of him that wanted nothing more than to be set free. It was clear that its instincts were doing its work to cloud the doctor's usual patient composure and there was nothing he could really do to prevent it. Irritation at himself was beginning to build within the man, and it was not helping him any with keeping his head cool. Hearing Deidra's words, though, was a small distraction. Which grew when he thought about the question she'd asked him. Why had he followed her? Vague memories of a need to make sure she didn't do anything stupid surfaced. He'd followed because he wanted to be sure she didn't expose herself to anyone, to be sure she was still ok when she finally snapped back to her senses. A costly mistake, but one he found himself not regretting.
Keeping silent, the man moved his gaze to the woman in time to catch her eyes. The guilt and sorrow that reflected in the depths of those gleaming gems was enough to cause a wave of fresh understanding to wash over the newly turned lycan. There hadn't been a choice in what she did, whether he lived or died not even a decision. If he were to put himself in her shoes, he knew he wouldn't have been able to let her die. Even if the alternative was forcing something like lycanthropy on her, it was still better than watching as death took her life.
Zoning back in at the woman's humorless laugh, Daniel weighed his options on what to do. One of the obvious choices was just leaving and saving himself from the rollercoaster ride that would follow if he stayed, but that was the easy way out. Surely, he was able to understand her reasoning in changing him but that didn't stop the fact that he still blamed her. It was intentional, but he simply couldn't shake the feeling. Still, staying would mean he would have the chance to face down those feelings and resolve them. Not an easy task in light of everything that had happened and everything that had yet to be addressed. But... it was better in the long term, right?
Body seeming to move on its own, Daniel found himself taking Deidra's free hand in one of his own, thumb brushing along the backside of her hand. "Deidra, look at me," it was a soft command, stated for a simple purpose; he wanted her to see that he was sincerely trying. "Part of me isn't ready to forgive you because that part is scared as hell," he spoke only when he held the woman's gaze. Turning his body, his other hand moved to touch the woman's cheek, ensuring he still had her attention. "But you're still someone I care about, and that means I'll be okay. It'll take some time, but I'll be okay. We'll be okay." Daniel clarified, knowing that the space in their closeness wouldn't remain forever. "Besides... you're obligated to show me the ropes now so I'm stuck with you." The attempt at joking showed he was determined to get over things, but there was still a lot of work to be done yet.