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[useofcuriosity]

 

Stiles Stilinski 
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[useofcuriosity]

Then you pick.

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[that_cost]

I don't have anything I want to talk to you about.

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[useofcuriosity]

Sure you don't.

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[that_cost]

Nothing that wouldn't be an insult to you. So. Pick a topic if you're so interested in keeping this conversation going.

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[useofcuriosity]

Tell me about this alleged camping trip.

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[that_cost]

It's for school. It's a survival weekend thing. For the students in Macks' class.

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[useofcuriosity]

It will probably be cancelled again.

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[that_cost]

I'm sure that's relevant to you somehow.

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[useofcuriosity]

Did I say that?

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[that_cost]

I was being sarcastic.

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[useofcuriosity]

Right.

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[that_cost]

Lovely chatting with you. I need food. [ And to not talk anymore. She'll be wandering the merchant dome until they kick her out. ]

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[useofcuriosity]

Good for you.

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[useofcuriosity]

[Moving, they told him, would come back slowly. He might be able to to manage it later, but actual walking around on his own? Probably not going to happen until tomorrow at the earliest. He was, he was pretty sure, taking this a lot better than he would be if they hadn't given him what he was pretty sure was enough sedatives to calm down a rampaging werewolf.

But he'd needed it. Apparently. And honestly, he was still on the edge of panic, even with all the drugs. The only thing that would move right were his fingers. Even talking was not quite his friend. And that was basically all he did.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia has finally been let in. She is frantic to see him and actually bursts into tears when she sees that he's awake. Instinctively she knows just by looking at his eyes that this is Stiles, and she's so relieved those tears just can't be held back.]

Stiles -

[useofcuriosity]

[He's tapping his fingers where they rest, maybe he's trying to count there or maybe it's something else. He looks relieved to see her, but also worried.]

Oh...hey, come on. Don't...don't do that. I can't do anything about that now.

[lefthandedgenius]

No, I just -

[She wipes her eyes, moving over to stand next to him and put her hand on his cheek.]

You were dead. I could feel it. Only now you're not. [And she's so grateful.]

[useofcuriosity]

I was. Not...not for long, but we-I was. Because I tricked him.

[He closed his eyes for a moment, tapping his fingers again.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Her hand is removed from his cheek, and move instead to rest over his fingers. Loosely, so he can keep tapping.]

He said you were asleep. Could you feel anything or see anything...? He's got almost everyone fooled and feeling sorry for him. [Her mouth presses against itself.] I thought you were gone.

[useofcuriosity]

[And keep tapping he will, though he keeps stopping at nine.] I remember all of it.

[lefthandedgenius]

Then you know I made a deal with it.

[She feels ashamed, even if she thought it was what she had to do.]

Is it gone?

[useofcuriosity]

Everyone did. [Or just about, anyway. I did. To save Malia.

[He opens his eyes, shaking his head. Counting to nine, again.]

No I don't know. I don't think so.

[lefthandedgenius]

You're going to be okay, right?

[She moves to sit down next to him.] You're not moving much. Part of your recovery?

[useofcuriosity]

[He snorts.] I don't know. Maybe. It's kind of hard to think? [All those sedatives they've got him on, he thinks. He hopes.]

I can't. Move. I'd be freaking more if I could. They said it'll...improve?

[lefthandedgenius]

[She nods.] Okay.

[There's an awkward moment, and then,] Can I do anything for you? Scratch your nose? Get you some water?