Tyler winced as Nikki spoke, thinking back to the hours he had spent chopping wood. That was a rather big workout, strike one, and it used a lot of chest muscles, strike two. "Er... is cutting up wood considered bad for stitches? I might have done just... a little ... of that." he answered, his brain rather bleak. Tyler really didn't want to cause Nikki more work, but that's exactly what he did. No wonder he didn't have any friends. -Well, that and because I'm a werewolf but the latter didn't seem to stop Nikki- He thought, getting distracted by a small rabbit trail in his mind before fousing back on her.