He shakes his head in denial at the request. He can't sleep! The creature lays back on the couch, on his side, and pulls the blanket up over his shoulders, up to his throat - covering the healing wounds and ancient scars. But the warmth is lulling him, easing his aches and concerns.
Stay. is thought after a few minutes have passed, Stay. Please. because this is his friend, and he cannot stand to be alone. Because then the fear would come back and he just can't stand it. Don't go. He knows he can't handle it, and eyes flutter shut as he grimaces.
Fingers from one hand twine in wild, filthy hair, knotting; the other hand is too sore to grasp anything with and instead he hooks Bens' shirt with one crooked finger.
Would he even be a wolf? He'd be rageful should the pain be for nothing. He prefers changes and form taking out of love... not this... corruption, hate, grief, rage, ... pain. "Stay here. ... please? Until I fall asleep. "

