[It might surprise Dean to know how little Stiles trusts the Admiral at the end of the day. Especially when it comes to people's lives. He doesn't think he's demonic. Probably, anyway. But he doesn't think the Admiral has as much control over things as some seem to think, either. Frankly Stiles is just doing what he always does -- hedging his bets. The deals have worked for others who've come and gone. It might take half an eternity, but he's no quitter when it comes to the things that matter.]
I was reading, not staring.
[It's not a flippant response, but it's not exactly defensive either. He knows that holing himself up in Scott's room isn't the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but. But. It isn't just about making sure Scott is still breathing. It's also about making sure no one messes with him while he sleeps. There's a whole lot of people on this barge that Stiles doesn't trust any farther than he can shove them.]
How was your kitchen shift? [He takes another drink of the milkshake.]
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I was reading, not staring.
[It's not a flippant response, but it's not exactly defensive either. He knows that holing himself up in Scott's room isn't the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but. But. It isn't just about making sure Scott is still breathing. It's also about making sure no one messes with him while he sleeps. There's a whole lot of people on this barge that Stiles doesn't trust any farther than he can shove them.]
How was your kitchen shift? [He takes another drink of the milkshake.]