The boy's scent...that's the first thing that catches the lycan off guard.

It's both oddly familiar and very not.

The boy feels as if he's made of crumbling marble. Guthrie almost recoils before he slowly helps Simon sit back down.

"Pardon the question...but you're not a typical boy, are you?"

Guthrie is impossibly quick on his feet, trying to steady the younger man.

"Easy easy. This isn't a threat or anything malicious. I'm just here as a concerned older brother."

He hesitates before gently asking. He has to for Arlo's sake.

"If you're no longer interested in seeing him...please, do him the kindness of ending it. I don't like to see him so upset."

A beat before he continues.

"But if you're still looking to be in a relationship with him. Tell him."

He slowly picks up the glazed one, observing the other. The silence is uncanny and a bit uncomfortable. Though Arlo had mentioned that Simon had select mutism to a degree.

"Listen, Simon. I've really been quite worried for my brother. He says he hasn't heard from you in quite some time..."

Guthrie is ever the gentleman as he waits for Simon to clear off a space at the cluttered table.

He sets the box down.

"I wasn't sure what kind of donuts you liked. So there's the typical glazed, chocolate and sprinkle ones in there."

Something feels very off about this place...

His back stiffens ever so slightly as he steps inside the messy home.

He motions to the box in his hands.

"I thought we could have a nice little chat over some refreshments."

The man is all smiles despite the wretched scent that assaults his nostrils. His keen hybrid senses can't stop the smells of plaster, decay and a distinct touch of stress as the door opens.

"You must be Simon. Pardon this sudden visit, but I'm Guthrie Krupa. Arlo's older brother."