When you gonna ring it

 A strong drink, cooperative witnesses, and twelve hours of sleep ranked high on his list of things he felt he needed. Maybe an electric blanket. Perhaps one of those was something appropriate for Tomas to assist him in, but not here or now. He shook his head.
 "Drive safe."

"I will," he assured, certain that his attention could hold out to get him home. He took what was essentially an all-nighter at least once a month these days, after all...

Still, even as he turned to go, he paused and looked back at the man, but was content to see himself out. "Goodnight, sir," was offered in parting, the odd couple of hours since he'd been woken and summoned playing around in his head even as the dog started up in the hall once again and the werewolf took his lead.

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