[Rocky's in the middle of a sip of water when she picks up the dog tags, and he hastily swallows so he can answer, wiping a dribble of water away from his mouth with the back of his hand.]

Oh my God, I would have waited to send 'em if I thought you'd be doing a 'read your mail' vid. [He smiles sheepishly--what? He's not blushing. Why would you think he's blushing?] I just spend way too much time on those nerd gear websites, and I saw 'em, and...I dunno. I had you pegged as a Browncoat.

[But speaking of everything going to shit...he does smell a shift in her chemosignals, and so after a moment of wrestling with himself he sets his water on the counter and moves over to hug her again. This time, it's not so polite: it's a bear hug, complete with tucking her head under his chin and rocking her just a little, a tiny sway as he just envelops her with his arms and his scent.

Mine.

He ignores the voice of the wolf in his head...a little less than he has been.]

What happened to you and Nolan is never gonna happen again. [He mumbles the promise against the top of her head as he presses his nose there for a second.] That's not a threat or a promise, it's a fact. It's--what I do back home. For my pack. Do you understand?