#it's hard to imagine gordon and benrey meeting in a way that DOESN'T result in an argument lol

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“Please stop nibbling on the guests.”

It was not a sentence Tommy ever expected to have to say, but life was full of surprises. A great deal of those surprises could be traced back to the monster of the night that he called a roommate.

Okay, maybe monster of the night was a little harsh. They were just a normal pair of dudes that happened to be a werewolf and a vampire cohabitating. It wasn’t a strange situation at all. At least, that’s what Tommy was trying to tell Gordon Freeman.

Tommy was not the oldest werewolf in the area, nor was he the most experienced, but he was confident in the statement that he was the least chaotic by a longshot. So when he found a new werewolf that morning, he decided it was probably a good thing he was the one giving anxious and confused Gordon Freeman a crash course in coming to terms with monsterhood. 

He’d ushered him over to his apartment as quickly as possible and did his best to field all of Gordon’s frantic questions. No, that wasn’t a feral dog he ran into the night prior. Yes, werewolves were real. No, he wasn’t sure who bit him, but once he found out, he’d give them a stern talking to. No, being a werewolf really didn’t change that much. Did he want a soda?

Tommy left Gordon on the couch, head in his hands as he grappled with the new information, and he went to grab the two of them something to drink. Now that he was thinking about it, something to eat wouldn’t be a bad idea either; he remembered being starving after his first transformation. He was scrambling eggs with his back to the living room when he heard a blood curdling shriek followed by the distinct sound of someone being punched. Ah, hell. He’d forgotten to tell Benrey what was happening. 

He sighed and turned back around to face the living room. Gordon had scrambled to the far side of the couch and was clutching his neck with an alarmed look on his face. Benrey was on his back on the floor, clutching his nose and groaning in complaint. 

“Bro, what the hell?” Benrey whined, slightly muffled behind his hands. “Why’d you hit me? Not cool.”

“You fucking bit me!” Gordon countered, gesturing wildly and revealing a chomp mark just above his shoulder in the process. 

“Benrey,” Tommy said, finding a balance between sounding patient and sounding like a scolding schoolteacher, “Please stop nibbling on the guests.”

“Boo, no fair.” Benrey made puppy dog eyes at him from the floor, and Tommy had to bite back a laugh at how ridiculous he looked. “He was right there.”

“It’s- You have to ask first. It’s just good manners!” Tommy insisted.

“Wasn’t gonna eat him.” Benrey sat up, rubbing at his nose. Tommy was relieved to see it wasn’t broken. “Just gonna freak him out a bit. Kiss?” He added, pointing to his nose. Tommy huffed out a quiet laugh and leaned down to kiss his nose. Gordon, in the meantime, was freaking the fuck out.

“Eat me?!” Gordon looked like he was about a second away from lunging out the window to get away from Benrey. “Is that something that could happen here?”

Benrey, unhelpfully, bared his sharp teeth and cackled. Tommy straightened and attempted damage control. “Gordon, this- uh, this is my roommate, Benrey! He’s- He’s a vampire, but he’s not going to eat you or dr- uh, drink your blood. Right?” He looked down at Benrey for confirmation.

“Nah.” Benrey was now sitting politely criss-cross on the floor. “You kinda stink. Probably got, uh, stink blood. Hey, are you supposed to be here?”

“A vampire,” Gordon said instead of answering, “A fucking vampire. First werewolves and now vampires…” He trailed off as he put his face in his hands again, mumbling to himself. 

“This is Gordon Freeman,” Tommy said, “He got turned into a werewolf last night.” He sent Benrey a look that he hoped conveyed “please be nice, he’s had a long day.” 

Benrey nodded. “Cool. Is he supposed to be here though?”

“Dude, Tommy invited me in here!” Gordon interjected. “I didn’t just break in to have a panic attack on your sofa!”

“What? You broke in here? Not cool, man. Fucked up.”

“I just said-”

“Hey, so is Tommy your pack now?” Benrey interrupted him, standing up from the floor to instead perch like a gargoyle on the armrest of the couch. Gordon leaned away from him, but didn’t look like he was going to flee quite as much any more. 

“My- What?” Gordon blinked and looked at Tommy, bewildered. “Is that a thing?”

Tommy shrugged. Packs weren’t really as prevelent as they were centuries ago, but Benrey was a lot older than he seemed, so Tommy wasn’t surprised he brought it up. “Kinda? You don’t- Not all werewolves are in a pack. But it can be nice to have people who understand what you’re, uh. What you’re going through.” Tommy walked over to sit between the two of them on the couch. 

“Do… you have a pack?” Gordon asked, looking like he was questioning the bizarre course his life seemed to be on. Tommy hummed contemplatively.

“Not a traditional one. The only other werewolf is Dr. Coomer, and Benrey and Bubby are vampires. Bu-, uh, But-” Tommy smiled brightly at Gordon, “We make a pretty good pack!”

Benrey slid off the armrest and into the space between Tommy’s lap and the armrest. Gordon watched him with wary suspicion, but his expression softened when looking at Tommy. He stared at the two of them for a second, then sighed and ran a hand down his face. “What even is my life,” He said, his words accompanied by a slightly hysterical laugh. 

“It’s not that bad, bro,” Benrey spoke up. “Don’t even gotta change much of your life. You’ll just dogboy sometimes.” Gordon made a strangled noise in the back of his throat at that, but Tommy cut in before he could say anything.

“He’s right! It’s not- Being a werewolf is okay. And you-” Tommy hovered a hesitant hand over Gordon’s arm, then gently placed it down on his forearm, squeezing in a way he hoped was comforting. Gordon raised his eyebrows but didn’t pull away, “You don’t have to- to be in our pack or anything, but I’m happy to help in whatever way you need!”

Gordon shifted and Tommy pulled his hand away quickly, but Gordon took his hand in his own before he could get far. “Thanks, man. This is not how I expected my day -- fuck, my life, I guess -- to be going, but I’m glad I’m not having to just stumble through this on my own.” Tommy beamed at him. Gordon glanced up at Benrey over Tommy’s shoulder and pointed an authoritative finger at him. “You. Don’t fucking bite me again, okay? I’ve been bitten twice in the past, like, twelve hours, and that’s more than enough.”

“Huh? Calm down, maybe?” was Benrey’s eloquent response. Gordon narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to complain, but cut himself off with a sniff. 

“Hey, uh, is something burning?”

“Shit!” Tommy jumped to his feet and raced to the kitchen. He made a despondent noise as he took the eggs off the heat. 

“Tommy, it’s okay.” Gordon had stood and followed him to the kitchen. “I don’t mind eating something burnt. Hell, I’m so hungry, I might take a bite out of this jerk as payback,” He said, gesturing at Benrey.

“Whuh, you’re gonna bite me?” Benrey grabbed a blood pack out of the fridge, puncturing it with one of his teeth like a fucked up Capri Sun. “That’s so gross, why would you bite people.”

“Wh- Oh, come on.” Gordon sounded exasperated, but he also sounded a little like he wanted to laugh. They spent the rest of the morning like that, the two of them bickering while Tommy and Gordon shared burnt scrambled eggs at Tommy’s kitchen table. Though Gordon didn’t say anything for certain, Tommy felt warm and happy every time their arms brushed at the table. It would be nice to have another werewolf in the pack.