Jensen nodded at Ian's wisdom and followed him through the woods back to the road. He wasnt't trying to snoop but he still caught a glance of the photo on the ginger's phone. Cute kid, he thought with a soft smile. He wanted to ask about the mom, but he had a feeling it was a sensitive subject and he didn't feel like he knew Ian well enough to be asking such personal questions. Besides, Jensen's people skills were rusty. The only time he talked to people these days were interviewing victims or public places like bars and diners where he was ordering food or drinks.

"My car is back at the bar," Jensen said after Ian gave him directions. "You can walk back with me if you want or if you would rather start walking, I can grab the car and come pick you up." Jensen wasn't sure what the ginger bartender usually did or if he just ran it with his wolf speed. For all he knew, he was making a fool of himself for offering Ian a ride and was actually slowing the other man down.