Gregor was nose deep in books. A sort of outlet for him. When something was wrong, he dug his nose into books.  And something was definitely wrong. Damn near every time he'd seen Ely since he got back, they'd end up arguing. It was starting to get to him. No more arguing.

He'd just go back to being a mute. That sounded like a good idea at the moment. It wouldn't really mean anything, since he rarely talked anyway. He nodded to himself. A new resolve. No talking unless needed.

The shifter sighed to himself and closed his book. He adjusted his glasses and stared at the ceiling, unsure of what he was feeling right now. His stomach was stirring lightly. It had seemed, lately, that he had been on his own, much like the last four years. That sense of loneliness, he didn't like it, but he had to live with it. So much had changed. People, feelings, everything. With another sigh, he shook his head and went back to the ceiling, closing his eyes gently.