For a long moment he stared at Vasquez blankly, confused and uncertain. He opens his mouth and then closes it, trying to find the right words. "You just ... you messed with some machine and let it turn you into a wolf? Are you kidding me?"

He makes a sound, combing his fingers through his hair. "So you would rather just disappear than talk to me?"

And damn but that hurts, not sure about how to find words for it, or even sure if he wants to say it in so many words.

"Well you did, but whatever? You don't want to talk to me? Is that it?"

He just stares at him, fighting for words. "What even was all of that then?" He sighs, slumping. "It was just the fever, right? That it?"