[He sits without argument because he's tired. Drained is more like it. He leans against her, their shoulders pressed together as he stares down at his hands through blurry eyes.]
Yeah, he's back. But I don't think he's okay. How can he be okay? How can you be okay?
[How can any of them be okay? It's ridiculous. They're just a bunch of teenagers, and sure Scott's a werewolf and Lydia's a banshee, and he was once possessed by a demonic trickster, but at the end of the day, they're still kids.
All you really do is show up and find the bodies.]
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[He sits without argument because he's tired. Drained is more like it. He leans against her, their shoulders pressed together as he stares down at his hands through blurry eyes.]
Yeah, he's back. But I don't think he's okay. How can he be okay? How can you be okay?
[How can any of them be okay? It's ridiculous. They're just a bunch of teenagers, and sure Scott's a werewolf and Lydia's a banshee, and he was once possessed by a demonic trickster, but at the end of the day, they're still kids.
All you really do is show up and find the bodies.]