Trent is going to feel like such a derp after this. :3[html]
Instead of leaving, like Trent had suggested him to, the male came closer. He normally would've likely have recoiled away from the touch, but in his darkest moment, his mind blogged with fear and pain, Trent couldn't help himself but to savour the touch to his shoulder. This other he did not know, a luperci like he was becoming, was his only certainty in the harsh world right now. Trent felt like nothing was certain as he tore at the seams, bones and muscles expanding. Nothing was certain, but the touch of the other was definitely there, definitely real. Trent needed something real at that moment, and so he did not shy away from it like he might've normally, even though he still feared hurting the other once he'd shifted.
The voice was soothing, another real and solid thing in Trent's revolting world, and every word that was spoken, however neglient of his feelings it was, Trent clung to as if it was his final hope. Eyes rolled up to look at the male as he spoke of the lack of personality change. The meaning of the words slowly drifted into the cracks of Trent's mind, and he could only hope it to be true.
He tried to take a deep breath, and again, and continued to look up at the stranger's face. Trent hoped that the hand on his shoulder wouldn't go away, that the face he was looking up at wouldn't vanish in thin air as a mirage. Right now, this was all he needed. T-talk... Please.
The words came out shaky and hoarse, and with that pleading, helpless look still in his eyes Trent looked up at the stranger. He needed someone to pull him through this and keep him here, on this world, solid.
Paws gripped at his own chest as he continued to change and his legs and arms extended. The paws slowly extended and grew into fingers clenching at the fur on his chest and long, orange-brown mane extended down his back as his change proceeded and he as almost in optime form, still laying on the ground like a helpless child.