Rath laughed. "You damn well know it is," he said as they danced around. "They Bedazzled the shit out of you," he teased. "Where ever did you get this gossamer nightmare?"
He tried not to cringe as she described the ordeal she had went through. To be honest, he had been worried the whole night. He barely got any sleep at all. He figured she wasn't supposed to remember much about the transformation or her time as a wolf, at least that was what he had read about it. He only rested his chin on the top of her head and gave her a squeeze. "Damn T, you're one tough little bitch," he said admiringly. He was glad that she hadn't had to go through it alone. "I knew it wasn't going to be pretty but you had Sam and his dad, that probably helped," he said lightly. "Boy owes you a back rub if you ask me," he teased.
"You turned into a wolf last night, I don't think the words pity party are accurate," he whispered. "And hey, good breakfast, I know I'm jealous. Last time someone made me breakfast it was a bowl of cereal and some shit black coffee," he grinned.
He wanted to tell her he was glad she had made it back in one piece, glad she had made it back as his Tater twin, but he couldn't. There were too many raw emotions attached to the sentiment and he couldn't deal with them all, not in public. His joking and teasing was his way of letting her know that she was glad to have her back.