[He shrugs again, giving a quiet, non-committal sound. He doubts Stiles really will. He knows he's not holding his breath for it. He wouldn't, if it was him.
Then again, he doesn't play fucking lacrosse, either.
He clears his throat and fishes his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, nodding towards the door.]
Gotta...
[Smoke breaks: the best excuse for escaping awkward environments.]
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Then again, he doesn't play fucking lacrosse, either.
He clears his throat and fishes his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, nodding towards the door.]
Gotta...
[Smoke breaks: the best excuse for escaping awkward environments.]
Guess I'll see you.