Luciel jumped at the knock at the glass, freezing when the gray wolf made herself apparent. The jackalope offered a small wave to the individual, doing his best to keep movement to a minimum though his brows contorted strangely as he was called out as Ansel. It was made quickly apparent that this wasn't his only issue.
Discrediting his self-made illusion of himself being some kind of creature somewhere around thirty-ish years old that pretty much ran the bar, being called out left him feeling naked. [b]"Y-yeh...Oi practically run th'bar, ya c'd say"[/b] He tired to playfully chirp with a small awkward laugh, relieved as they left.
 
[color=bc8dbf]The tiniest detail...
 
[color=gray]Holding a phone to my head, I playfully crook an eyebrow. "Ah? And vaht vould zeh-
 
[b][i]Big bad wolf...[/i][/b][/color]
 
'Another run-in with [i]John[/i]'[/color]
 
Luciel froze and shivered, their eyes finding the distant silhouette of a black wolf on the hill. Never in his life had he felt so out of place as he had in that moment, reclining his seat all the way back with gentle ease as not to make too quick of motions. Though he made the motion soft and swift as not to draw Aeron's attention, throwing in a small groan to detail the will to get comfortable after everything, his eyes mostly locked with Twombly's, silent and tellingly.
It was only after Aeron and Ylva left that Luciel breathed again, dexterously reaching to the edge of the seat on the other side of Twombly and dragging himself into the back seat with a soft and pained groan. Hooking his boot around the handle on the side of the seat, he gently replaced its position as he worked himself into the space between the back and front seat.

Twombly watched his patient recline, trying their best to get comfortable as everyone decided to leave them alone... only for the jackalope to startle him with a series of suddenly coordinated movements, all geared towards slipping behind the front seats and making it look as though he was never there. Still surprised, he could tell [i]something[/i] had him spooked.
 
[b]"Wh...what is he doing?"[/b] Luciel hissed as if fearing someone other than Twombly would hear him in the enclosed vehicle. The way the jackalope curled up, grunting as they pulled themselves into a kneeling position to barely watch over the dash of the SUV with one eye spelled an unnatural paranoia.

Twombly instinctively bent down, as though the jackalope had some sort of sixth-sense to a sniper. He could clearly hear his question, and managed to gather that John and Luciel probably had something that could violently flare-up if he was seen.

[color=ed145b]"We're at a cemetary."[/color] He began, [color=ed145b]"He's here to pay a visit to his family. Ylva is on a date, so that explains why [i]she's[/i] here. As for Aeron..."[/color] Twombly stopped his explanation as he looked up, and saw Luciel's antlers tremoring. Calmly, he reached up and took a hold of one of those wonderful handlebars, and gently pulled his head towards him. [color=ed145b]"Keep your head down."[/color]

He then poked his head up, trying to see what they were doing at this very instant. [color=ed145b]"Aeron is arranging a wreath, John is on his knees; Ylva is behind him, rubbing his back and saying something."[/color] He quietly observed.

Biting his lip, Luciel folded his ears back to be less noticeable as he knelt, though watching John added an extra furrow to his brow. Sympathetic notions and a pensive will to support John further cemented Luciel's resolution to remain where he was. No good could possibly come from asserting himself on the scene.
The gruff wolf-lady's arms around John stung like bees, but with it came a slight solace...
[color=bc8dbf]I mean...it wasn't like I actually had a chance with the [i]'Big Bad Wolf[/i]. In all actuality, it was better that he knew what he wanted and had someone who could...could actually be someone who could be there for them, consistently.
Whoever it was in that grave was so lucky, having such a caliber of man to care so much as to visit them. Along with Lady Aeron?
 
It was disgusting. I hated it.
I hated admitting it and it made my entire self lock up with the notion of insignificance. This was broken by-[/color]
 
-The hand on Luciel's antler was met with a small lash as he was broken out of his daydream, muscled out of view with a tiny and meek whimper of a growl as the jackalope choked down his composure. Quickly understanding Twombly's effort, he remained low with his eyes directed away, bucking to wrench their antler from the maned wolf's grip. His heart wasn't entirely in it and came up short of jerking a bit but melting into himself as the news of the situation helped enough to calm the jackalope down.
Wrapping arms around his knees as he sat, Luciel stared into the center-dash with a tilted head from Twombly's hand on the base of the antler he held. He offered a small [b]'hrmph...'[/b] with a light frown, shrinking back as far as he could manage behind the seat. It would be unfortunate if anyone opened the door.

Having finished giving a report on what was occuring at the top of the hill, he looked back towards Luciel and let go of the despondant-looking jackalope's antler. He watched him for a bit, before sighing and getting down onto the floor of the SUV, crouched opposite of him.

[color=ed145b]"You seem like you've got the wieght of the entire world on your shoulders." [/color]He enquired, tilting his head in an effort to catch the once-cheerful glint in the bartender's eyes. [color=ed145b]"You want to talk about it?"[/color]

[b]"Its...not like that, I suppose"[/b] Luciel began as his frown softened to more of a regretful neutrality behind a wince of his lingering soreness. "I had never anticipated a possibility of things going the way they have" The explanation continued, though he looked up at Twombly with a mild skeptically raised eyebrow as if he wasn't sure if the man could understand his situation. [b]"I wish I could be there for John instead of hiding back here, but he doesn't need that kind of trouble"[/b] Luciel sighed as he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, [b]"A young woman is already dead for knowing who I am. It...ugh..."[/b] before cutting off and shaking his head, dismissing the thought. [b]"Well, nothing can change that, I guess"[/b] Luciel scowled, looking back down at the seat beside him in thought.

[color=ed145b]"Well I'm dating Aeron, and so I had to handle the heat [i]that[/i] brings me, even a run in with John or the others from time to time..."[/color] He said, edging a bit closer before realizing who the jackalope was really pining for, [color=ed145b]"Wait, [i]John[/i]? This is all about John?"[/color] Just then he heard the black wolf calling out for Luciel's alter-ego. He cringed, as the assassin sounded genuinely perturbed enough with the jack's stories to shoot first and ask questions later.

After cowering from the expected line of gunfire for some time, they could hear John's protests for Ylva to let go of a rather sensitive appendage grow fainter. Relaxing a bit, he faced the petrified person beside him, [color=ed145b]"Is it safe to assume this is going to sound too complicated for most people to understand the first five times you try telling it?"[/color] He asked.

Luciel would have given Twombly an answer, though the sound of an angry phone conversation from John drew his attention. Paranoia boiled to the surface, confirmed by the call for the jackalope's personas. In response, he curled up tighter in spite of how his wracked body ached and stung from the position he forced himself into, pressing his hands against his ears. Luciel was certain John was going to kill him, and his only hope was that he could get a shot at whoever told him before that point as he physically shook with fear and rage before a miracle happened.
The voice changed tone as John was apparently being dragged off. There was no way he would risk taking a peek, only hoping he was right in that assumption. After a minute after the voices faded, he heard Twombly's question. Luciel glared into nothingness, his mind racing, fueled with confusion and discontent, [b]"It seems like the story is getting more complicated by the second..."[/b] he growled, wanting nothing more than to let out steam on his chair but figuring that probably wouldn't be an option. [b]"Yeah! No, I am sure it would be very easy to explain everything, but it likely would not help in the slightest!"[/b] he barked, obviously frustrated on top of irritated from persistent injury. 
Grabbing fistfuls of his own hair, he let out a long hiss, fighting back the urge to indulge in an inelegant screaming fit as he whispered things along the lines of, [b]"I should have just let her die"[/b] and [b]"Fucking [i]thanks[/i], John"[/b].

[color=ed145b]"Well, if you don't think it'll help..."[/color] Twombly finally said, as he solemly inched closer, and wrapped his immense arms around the comparatively tiny little Jackalope, embracing him in a hug, [color=ed145b]"[i]Then maybe this will[/i]. There are people that care about you, and whatever is getting you all worked-up is getting us all worried about you, whoever you may be. If you ever do change your mind, me and Aeron are all all-ears... um..."[/color] Twombly then paused, noting that the turn-of-phrase could've been taken a bit more literal since... well.... ears...  [color=ed145b]"we'll try to hear [i]your[/i] side of the story first."[/color]

Luciel's ears perked up as Twombly approached him, letting out a small gasp and flinching away from the man's touch before realizing what he was doing. Reluctantly at first, the jackalope rested his hands between the two before shakily but gently laying a cheek against their chest with a sigh. The concept felt so foreign, having felt like forever since the last meaningful contact he'd had with another person. It wasn't much, but the idea of being accepted in his most simplest of forms while safe from retribution was...comforting.
[b]"Th-Thank you, Twombly....Maybe sometime..."[/b] Luciel softly said, eyes drifting almost to close while his mind continued to race, planning out the next few hours and thankful Twombly would be coming with to help carry stuff.