[Okay, it takes Egon a while to get his head about and realize that, perhaps, he made a few mistakes over the course of the last week. He's got the scratches, bruises, and soon-to-be scars to prove it. He'd done a lot of fighting since that mask did... whatever to him, and he's got to but a new microwave and television because he smashed both in two separate fits.]

[And he'd gotten laid. Simultaneously he was extremely happy about that and had a cold, hard lump of shame in his guts. Because while he was very glad to have slept with Boone, now that his haze has cleared, the werebear's probably has too. So he should apologize.]

[The nephilim arrives at the Lucky 38 wearing a thick scarf and holding a small arrangement of hyacinth and tulips with a card tucked among them, already red-faced and standing very uncomfortably.]