Alpha entered the bar. Despite being 15, and depite being on the shitlist of every single civilization that fell under the protection of the NTR, he liked these places. His new adoptive family was celebrating, but he didn't fit in. Guess it's what happens when you're an edgy PTSD-bearing Fifteen-year-old. He saw wolfe, but didn't make a move to disturb him, only sitting down not too far away. Silence suited him as well, and since wolfe wasn't talking, and since Alpha figured he didn't give a flying shit, he took out his journal and a pen, and began sketching, occasionally looking up at you and the surrounding bar around you