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Sid couldn't sleep. Pacing his duplex had proved to be disasterous with the new length of his tail put in close proximity with all the bottles there were around. He'd taken one look at all the broken glass on the floor and walked out into the village at night. He could only safely wander so far with that singed psycho wolf on the lose, and though it was kind of cool at first that he could see so well in the dark, he was only reminded of the raging headaches daylight gave him. He kept a very odd schedule to begin with, but the thought of being forced into nocturnal habits by his damn fish eyes depressed him even more than the thought of cutting slits in the backs of his favorite band t-shirts. He still couldn't bring himself to do that, so he was out in nothing but a pair of jeans modified to fit his tail.

He glowed in the dark even more now thanks to all the new scales and the... thingy dangling from the fin on his back felt very odd as it swayed when he walked. He felt like he was walking through a fog, everything felt surreal even without any help from drugs or alcohol. His old friends weren't going to help him, and acknowledging that only made him feel worse. He just kept walking, all his worries and fears nipping at his rubbery heels along the way.

Not knowing where the hell he was going, he finally settled for just sitting down at the base of a tree. Being able to bend his knees without fear of horrible pain wasn't enough to cancel all the other s**t. He conditioned himself to watch the tail, but the fin on his back was a new thing to avoid hitting. He winced as he was reminded about that. Okay, so he couldn't exactly sit back against the tree, but he could sit under it, where it was at least a little darker. Where walking failed, there was always just brooding.

The nose send chills down Sid's spine, making new fin fan out just enough to make the lure hit him on the back. The lack of control would have been annoying if not for the sounds of what could very well be Annie in the village. He rose and listened, ready to see just how far he could run. His legs might have been better, but the changes had done nothing for his blackened lung. Good to know he still didn't have much chance of escape if he came to that.

He was confused once he made out a few choice curse words, so he pushed his better judgement aside and moved forward to investigate. The wheelchair came as something of a surprise, but not quite as much as the sharky form in it.

"Alec?" he said.

God he hoped he got his name right. He'd come very close to calling him 'Alan' as it was.

Sid took a few steps closer, but seeing the teen was even toothier than he was he left a safe distance between them. He'd seen first hand what animal instincts could drive a person to, a grim reminder he was going to have similar problems soon enough. Nothing bubbled up in his mind just yet, though his tail back in what might have been attempt to... what? Steady him? Propel him? He still didn't know what good it was.

Remembering his changes, and the darkness, he added, "It's me, Sid."

Sid pointed with what was now a grossly elongated webbed finger.

"You, uh, need any help?"

He should have known better, especially given the fact he would have vehemently declined any offer for help. It seemed like the least he could do after making the kid push a lame octopus around for the better part of an afternoon. That was kind of ironic now, in a warped way.

The look on Alec's face was enough to make Sid take a step away. The only thing that kept him from retreating further was he had the advantage over the teen and his fused legs. Unless the shark's instincts could drive him to wheel over for a feeding frenzy, he was fine, It was horrible, but it was comforting. That, and he knew damn well he looked just as disturbing.

"The cane?" He laughed lightly. He really didn't want Alec closer after that last display, but he managed to stay put. His tail flicked to one side, violently disagreeing with his decision, and the frustrated grunt he made over it could have misconstrued in any number of ways. "Left it back at my place, yeah."

"Uh, yeah..." Calling attention to the lights indeed made Sid's already gruff voice turn bitter. "It's great."

He folded his arms over his chest, but the webbing on his fingers proved to be thin enough to allow those scales to shine through them. Drawing his fingers together felt even weirder, so he just accepted the fact he was going to glow in the dark no matter what he did and cheered himself up- once again- with the fact he could walk when the youngster couldn't. He may have been a fishy, toothy abomination... but so was Alec, who was even worse off.

He felt guilty for feeling better about that, but if nothing else he had a chance of hiding the conflicting emotions. He wasn't sure if he succeeded, but he tried to keep the conversation going, incredibly awkward as it was. "Better than Billy's," he said. "Not even a speck of rust."

He tried to sound encouraging, but in his current state of mind that proved impossible.

Sid wanted company just as little as Alec did in that moment, but staying alone would likely be a bad thing, and going back to his duplex would only mean cleaning up. Even incredibly forced social interaction was better than that. "Might as well."

It was about time he discovered how much messier he was going to have to eat.

Sid was cheered a little by the fact he could easily keep up with the wheelchair, and once he realized that he even had to slow down a little to keep from walking ahead in his brief moment of enthusiasm.

The silence stretched, as he couldn't think of what to say to break the tension. Everything still felt surreal in the wake of his own changes, from the way his tail swayed as he walked to the faint light the new scales cast over the things they passed before it was drowned in the light of the cafeteria. He opened the door for Alec, but still had no bright ideas on what he could say to make things even remotely better.

Without thinking, he walked ahead of Alec towards the food. He was, of course, already taking it for granted.