[As far as questioning goes, this feels like pretty safe territory. It also happens to be some of Stiles's best memories. He sips his milkshake and leans back in the chair, a faint, distant smile on his face.]
We were on the playground. The sandbox. Another kid was giving me a hard time. [And by that, Stiles means Jackson was trying to steal his shoes right off his feet. Jerk.] Scott made him leave me alone. [And then they'd built a sandcastle together and it had been the best sandcastle ever. Or at least it was for a couple of four year olds. Whatever, it's his story and he'll stick to it.]
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We were on the playground. The sandbox. Another kid was giving me a hard time. [And by that, Stiles means Jackson was trying to steal his shoes right off his feet. Jerk.] Scott made him leave me alone. [And then they'd built a sandcastle together and it had been the best sandcastle ever. Or at least it was for a couple of four year olds. Whatever, it's his story and he'll stick to it.]