Hushed Willows Finally, someone who speaks English.

Stark slowed his gait a bit, forgetting for a moment that his excitement meant he was getting ahead of himself (and her!). She pushed back on him and he grinned at her, licking his lips as he waited for her response. If he only could have been privy to her thoughts he would have seen a concern and uncertainty just as strong as his own. He still was uncertain about how things were going to end up with Octavia - if she came back to them, if she was going to be the wolf that he'd met. He fretted and worried about it constantly. 

His gaze softened a bit as if he could feel the uncertainty coming off of her the way he usually could her anger. He hadn't seen her lose her control in quite awile and Stark knew that the wolf standing next to him was a different woman than she had been just a year ago. She'd grown so much, but so had he, and now they were standing at the starting line for a bright new future that they'd forge together. 

"Tell me about him." It was a quiet request, an invitation for Banner to talk about anything - everything. Voice her doubts, her fears, the things she liked, the hoeps she had. He wanted to know it all, if she wanted to offer it.