Eliot was starving, as the untouched burger that Dean had so lovingly made for him earlier was testament to. But more than that, Eliot felt better and got his appetite back. Now instead of poisoned and sick, he was merely injured and recovering. A werewolf's appetite was ravenous.
As he moved to get out of bed, his movements were still slowed by pain but no longer as weak as before, he paused at Dean's address of his brother. Sam might not be Eliot's favorite person right now, but even Eliot had to raise his eyebrows at that one.
"Uh... you did grocery shoppin' earlier, right? No, I think I'm good."
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Date: 2013-04-12 02:00 am (UTC)As he moved to get out of bed, his movements were still slowed by pain but no longer as weak as before, he paused at Dean's address of his brother. Sam might not be Eliot's favorite person right now, but even Eliot had to raise his eyebrows at that one.
"Uh... you did grocery shoppin' earlier, right? No, I think I'm good."