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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.]

[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.

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

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?

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.

You're going to be okay, right?

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

[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?

[She nods.] Okay.

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

[Looooong pause.] Well, now my nose itches.

She makes a sound like a laugh that's been twisted out of a sob, and promptly reaches out to affectionately, gently scratch his nose. "You're aware of how incredibly surreal this all is, right? Even for us?"

He scrunches his face for a moment. "Our lives are always surreal." Of course Peter probably didn't sound like he'd had some sort of serious brain injury when he came back from the dead.

Edited 2014-07-01 15:11 (UTC)

"I'm pretty sure laying in a medical facility on an alien planet while I scratch your nose tops anything that can happen in Beacon Hills any day." she tells him. The smile on her face weakens a bit. "I thought you were dead. I could feel you die, and I knew exactly where to go to find you."

It was like Allison all over again.

"I was. Dead. They said. The lichen." Watching her, with this information.

She nods, turning her face away from his briefly. "I know. I could feel it."

Suddenly she turns, expression scowly. "You're not allowed to do that again, okay?"

"Poison the nogitsune?"

"Die." she tells him firmly. "My heart can't take it."

She curls her fingers around his once more. "You're all I've got in this crazy, stupid town."

He's really the only thing keeping her here.

"Think twice should be good for me." Lightly squeezing her fingers in return. "I think I dreamed up a wolf."

"I'm pretty sure you didn't." Lydia replies wryly. "Apparently not all werewolves are like Beacon Hills werewolves. Some of them from other realities actually turn into wolves."

"Did you see it?"

"Everybody's talking about a wolf that ran through town, headed for the clinic." Lydia explains. "So you definitely didn't dream it."

[ooc since I don't know what she saw or didn't see yet I'm being vague.]

"For a minute I thought it was Scott."

[ooc: ok!]

She gives him a sidelong glance, accompanied by a faint smile. "You really have lost your marbles. Scott can't turn into a wolf."

Besides which, he's not here. Though she wishes that he was.

"Derek's sister could. Laura." That much, he remembers. From finding her body buried. "Maybe he can too."

"Derek's mother too, from what I've heard." Lydia says. "But I haven't seen him do it yet." Maybe she will never will.

"Why do we stay here, Stiles? Why don't we just go back to Beacon Hills and take Charlie with us? If the nogitsune is still there, we know how to get rid of it."

"It hasn't been six months. How would we even get home? None of us came here willingly."