"I, uh... got scared." He said, shrugging.
The homeless man eyed the three, seemingly undisturbed by the two wolf-people. "The girl, is she okay?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"Uh, I'm Tom. I met a few of your group yesterday and helped them find the mother."
Gage stared at him, words not seeming to come. At last, he breathed, put a hand to his head, "I don't even know." He admitted. "We went to see them today, but... I'm not even sure if I did the right thing." His voice cracked, "And now my friends are all mixed up, maybe in danger, and I'm not even sure what is right anymore." He glanced up at the man, who sat patiently with his hands in his jacket pocket. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you my problems. Coffee?"
Tom shook his head, "No, I don't need charity." He said, waving a hand. "I still have my pride, you know. But let me tell you something."