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Apparently it seemed like he was fated to be ignored, at least for a little while. At least by a human. He was not ignored when a small white cat with a flower mohawk pounced onto his stomach.

Wil smelled a bit like catnip, it seemed.

There was a tiny mew - as if! - before Hellbine was pushing at hands and sniffing at Wil. Then he was flopping over and rubbing all over him.

He smelled good!

Of course this was what Jeremiah would come out to. His cat being held by the young man who he couldn't even be around without having some kind of allergy fit. The Detective Lieutenant came to a stop right there beside the sunny spot where Wil and Hellbine occupied.

Not saying a word. Not yet.

Oh for the love of-

"Azevedo." Jeremiah's voice was a little less harsh than it usually would have been. "Is there any particular reason why you're lounging half naked outside the police department?" So far his allergies had not kicked in.

So far.

Also Hellbine gave no ******** Jeremiah's use of not-yelling-version authority voice. He was still going to roll around on this people.

The fact Azevedo was looking for him made him blink, clearly a little surprised that the young man would do so.

Jeremiah caught the muttering and rolled his eyes, a hand run through his hair. "Would you really want to be on a first name basis with me, Wil?" The detective lieutenant left it for the moment and watched as Hellbine stretched out on the young man for more scritches.

Which lead to purring and a vines starting to grow from one of Wil's pant legs. Right.

"If you're looking for me, you're going to have to walk with me because I'm not lingering around work today since I'm off duty." No, he had plans he needed to make and packing and-

Jeremiah often did not believe that expression. "I don't think for a moment that you are. I do, however, think that most would prefer to not be on a first name basis with a detective." Especially considering that Wil did frequent with things that could be considered illegal.

Though with his change in world view, Jeremiah had less of an interest in arresting him.

So long as his allergies stayed in check.

Very much ignoring that 'walking together like bros' comment. "Keep a hand on Hellbine, if you would." The small cat was still purring and it looked as if the vines were still reappearing on his pant leg. Of course naming him would also imply that, yes, that cat Wil was holding was Jeremiah's familiar.

Pet.

Othercat.

Whatever.

"What were you looking for me for?" Really just wanted to reach out and straighten the young man up but no, not touching. Allergies.

Jeremiah just warily eyed that finger gun and then rolled his eyes. "In that, we are in agreement." Labels could die in a burning fire of death.

Hellbine gave a prim little meow, as if he understood, and was very careful about his claws. Of course, he always was, but people - aside from Autumn - did not understand that that was what he said.

The detective's steps paused when Wil mentioned the library. How could he have let that slip his mind? Nasir Vasille had been the one that had gone out and gotten the quarantine removed, had helped save people who needed emergency assistance because no one was allowed in or out.

Seeing a not so cloudy expression on the young blonde's face as well as worry, Jeremiah let out a breath. "I assume he's alright now? It was-" he searched his memory, thinking about the reports, "an arm injury?" No bites, thankfully.

"Before I answer that question," the words were slowly said, "how much did you see, Wil?"

Hellbine was pressing into Wil the moment he seemed upset, the small cat rubbing against his chest. The purring had stopped but he was an insistent small thing that did not like distressed people.

Also very pliant as being used as an example because he was still not quite sure why people felt the need to move him around.

Jeremiah let out a breath, smoothing a hand through his hair and then rubbing the side of his neck. Had anyone considered trauma counseling for the people there? It was likely set up (he hoped it was set up).

"Then, for what it is worth, I'm sorry that you had to deal with that, Wil. You and Nasir both, but that you both apparently handled it well and were brave." Wil for going into the basement to find a way out, Nasir because he had been injured and done what he did.

"While I would like to say that you're safe," he said slowly, "I can't promise that it always will be the case. What happened that night was-" Jeremiah shook his head. "It shouldn't have happened but it did. I'm doing what I can to make sure others are safe but there's only so much that I can do when," his lips twitched sardonically, "there are werecats and werewolverines in existence.

"More things may happen in the future and Nasir and you both need to just ... be aware. Pay attention." His head tilted, eyes glinting a moment. "You've know the stories, don't you? About the place where it rains all the time?"