[It's immediate, solid, cutting off Stiles in his headlong rush towards hope, towards that end where everything works out for no reason other than it must, because that's what's supposed to happen.
That's not life. Not everyone does anything. Now he does glance over, eyebrows pulled slightly together, expression darker than the conversation has been up to this point.]
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[It's immediate, solid, cutting off Stiles in his headlong rush towards hope, towards that end where everything works out for no reason other than it must, because that's what's supposed to happen.
That's not life. Not everyone does anything. Now he does glance over, eyebrows pulled slightly together, expression darker than the conversation has been up to this point.]
What will you do if he doesn't?