Simon laughs hollowly. He knows what the man is trying not to ask.

"He's not going to be bothering my family again." Not after Simon's fangs had ripped through his jugular. He grips the jacket tighter, holding it with white knuckles.

"Physically, yes." They'd just seen their son transform into a white dog and kill a man. He doesn't imagine they want to see him ever again after that.

"It was my fault. He was looking for me."