16 - Fact


After Nick left to respond to a call from the station, Monroe stretched out. "Man, these are weird times to live in. A Blutbad helping the police. Nice Grimms. It's strange. Unnatural."

Harry rolled his eyes; "I'm not, you know."

"What? Nice? You keep plying people with food and drinks when they come over, even when you're annoyed with them. And I really appreciate what you did for me and Rosalee – letting us stay with you with that Mauvais Dentes after us, that was a nice thing to do."

Harry cleared his throat, feeling rather awkward in the face of Monroe's gratefulness. "A Grimm, Monroe. I'm not a Grimm."

"Wait, what?" The wolf asked loudly, "But, you stopped denying that months ago!"

Harry was a bit taken aback by the vehement reaction. He had at first always denied being a Grimm, but after a while he'd just stopped, because it always ended with the Blutbad giving him some awkwardly earnest advice about accepting what you are.

"That's because I was getting tired of this argument. It doesn't really matter anyway," the wizard answered, trying to wave the issue away.

But Monroe wasn't going to let it go; "It matters! Who and what you are, that matters, dude. But I don't get it – I mean, I know this isn't something someone would ask for, but being a Grimm – that isn't so bad, is it? I mean yeah, there's the danger, and the Wesen and I get that some of that might seem a bit – well, bloody, sometimes, because it is. And I'm not doing this right…" Monroe trailed off with a frown.

"Monroe." Harry said, firmly – stopping his friend from rambling on. "Let it go. Let's just agree to disagree on this, alright?"

"It's not a philosophical debate! There's nothing to agree or disagree with – it's a fact. I'm a Blutbad, you're a Grimm, which, yeah, when you think about it… that's a bit weird. But that doesn't change the facts. You can't disagree with facts man. It doesn't work that way."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "I'm not a Grimm, Monroe. But if this is such a big issue for you, I won't argue with you if you say I am." Why would he? He had been called worse things – freak, liar, arrogant, saviour, undesirable, murderer, champion. And Monroe was right about one thing – compared to all that, being a Grimm wasn't so bad.

"That's not the point." Monroe muttered, but thankfully he just sighed, resigned in the face of Harry's typical stubbornness, and let the argument go.

Harry sighed as well, because he knew Monroe – knew that although Monroe wasn't as stubborn as he was, or Nick for that matter, the Blutbad had a habit of mother-henning them both.

The wizard almost snorted – strange times, indeed. If a Blutbad worried about what he thought were two Grimms.

He glanced to the side and saw deep thoughts spread out over the wolf's face.

Harry knew that this wasn't over.


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