The counter the other man offers to his own words sees the dark-eyed deviant look upward once more, wide eyes resting upon Tetradore as he seems to consider these words- else attempt to process them somewhere within the fractured confines of his thoughts. It is rare indeed for the vagabond to accept any form of correction, especially when it comes from one of his female companions and yet, such is his understanding of his closest and best friend that he is willing to accept Tetradore's argument- content to offer it at least the respect of consideration as the panther searches for his pants.

"Mother was....a girl. You...are not....a girl."

That the nature of gender somehow effects the notion of 'grown up' is evidently clear, the boy's counter not so much argument as merely a reflection of what exists within his mind and his attempts to understand it, assured, somehow, that Mother could not be used within this discussion as those dark eyes continue to rest upon his companion. It is Tetradore alone he trusts, after all, to assure him of what is correct and what is not, Nadya's attempts resulting in nothing more then heated arguments for the method in which she continually berates him, Birdie often simply told she is wrong despite his willingness to allow her to help when he so deems it needed. It is Tetradore's words he prefers however, the calm, quiet manner in which the other man speaks appealing to the boy-for it had always been so, ever since their youngest days, Tetra forever allowing him to discover most things for himself, providing only the smallest of guidance when needed, true and harsh correction coming only when the situation truly warranted and as such Tobias has become wholly content within his company. He exists near flawlessly with his companion, even more so in the evenings in which they are given to be alone and without the rest of their pack and life returns to the simple ease that had always existed between the two since Tobias had taken to sleeping beneath his companions bed as a child in an effort to keep 'monsters' away.

His return from downstairs sees the gangly deviant pause within the centre of the room, the offending patron removed with several bite wounds from the Leopards jaws and a remind to allow below of the dominance the boy commands, so few ever daring to test the volatile creatures patience and as such the crowd had returned to order in the moments that followed. One leg simply folded behind the other, content to hide it from Tetradore's view in the same manner he had done since they were merely boys and Tetradores attempts to apply a band-aid had resulted in half the members of their childhood pack struggling to pin Tobias down. That the other man had clearly witnessed his injury however sees a ready scowl form upon his features, a snort of sorts released in contempt as the other man moved to stand before him, each muscle tensing in anticipation, dark eyes focused wholly upon the panther now with clear suspicion as he ordered t display his injured leg. The pause is momentary and yet exists there still, evident thought turning behind those dark eyes as he seems to....consider some act of defiance once more. He has already had his shower, no more then an hour ago, having suffered Tetradore's attempts to hold his head beneath the shower in an effort to enforce some level of cleanliness, Tobias assured his companion has touched enough already this night. His tolerance for physical contact after all- is a limited thing. It is merely fortunate perhaps, that he seems to decide against outright argument in this moment, shifting his weight to offer a display of his left leg, his injury existing just above the knee.

His jeans are torn, ripped open at the knee to provide at least a semi-decent view, the ninja star embedded deeply within the flesh here, those hooked metal barbs caught like fishing hooks within his flesh, the power of Were Healing having worked against him in this moment- the flesh already having begun to attempt to heal, only further embedding the star within his leg, delicate, thin healed flesh tearing each time he moves to drip blood down his limb and yet......the boy seemingly utterly unconcerned. His pain tolerance exceptionally high, the deviant far more concerned with watching his companion now, eyes narrowed in clear wariness as shaggy, still damp hair tumbles into his gaze. The view he offers of his leg last no more than a minute or two, winching slightly as he pulls it away, arms folded across his chest as the very beginnings of a growl rises within his throat and he takes a deliberate step back and away from his chosen Alpha.

"Do not...touch it."

A flare of Leopard gold exists briefly behind his gaze, that ever present volatility seeming to make itself known once more, dark eyes watching his companion warily now, each muscle taut and tense, eyes briefly flicking towards the door, displeased to find Jackel had closed it and taken away his single escape route.

"Does not....needed fixing....it is fine.....let's just go now, yes?"

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push