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24. We're falling apart and we're coming together again and again.

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[After leaving Scott's room, Stiles makes his way toward the stairs. He's relieved as hell that Scott is awake again, that he seems to be fine. Just as nearly everyone had told him. But now he has other people he needs to check on. Lydia, Dean, Kira, Liam, Allison, Isaac, Bucky, Steve, Jean. His people. They're growing in numbers, expanding a little bit at a time. For a guy who'd once thought himself virtually incapable of caring about anyone besides his dad, Scott, and Lydia, he's come a long way.

He heads for Dean's room first, mostly because they'd been in the midst of a battle with a horrifyingly large kaiju before getting pulled back to the Barge, and he wants to make sure his inmate is okay. He still feels a little disoriented by all of it. More so than most of these kinds of events tend to leave him.

He can be found heading toward any of their rooms, also at the cafeteria to grab something to eat, and then heading back to his own room on the seventh floor.]

[Private to Scott]

[He's slept a bit since he saw Scott earlier, but he still looks a little tired. He also looks a little nervous.]

I have a question.

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[Everything is already set up in the enclosure, ready to go. Now he just has to get her to go with him. He's chewing his thumbnail as he heads toward her room, and knocks lightly on the door. It's late but not super late. Not late enough that he's worried she'll be asleep. He stands and waits, heart beating quickly in his chest.]

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[Since she heard Scott was awake again, she started feeling a little lighter. After chatting with him, and making sure Stiles was okay, she decided to give them some time to catch up. She checked in with some other people and the art room. But she hasn't really spent time with her boyfriend yet, so she's planning on heading to his room later and spending the night there with him -- as long as he's not staying over at Scott's.

She's not expecting anyone, though, so the knock on the door startles her a little. Instead of inviting them in, she shushes Prada when he starts to bark and heads there to open the door herself.

The second she sees him, she relaxes and smiles brightly, letting Prada out to say hello.]

Hey, I thought you might be resting. I was gonna go see you in a little bit.

[He kneels down and picks Prada up before rising to his feet again, smiling a little as the dog's tail wags excitedly. He meets Lydia's eyes and his expression softens.]

I was actually -- well, getting ready. We missed Valentine's Day, but I thought we could still celebrate a little late. I mean if you're interested.

Of course I'm interested. [She was thinking they should celebrate it now, too. Once Stiles had had enough time with Scott anyway.

But then he said he was getting ready and she pauses, looking down at her clothes then back at him, eyes a little wide. Yes, she looks fine, but she's not dressed up for a date.]

Oh. Did you mean now?

[He can tell that she's surprised and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. He likes surprising people. Enjoys catching them off guard and delivering the unexpected. He grins at her and nods in confirmation, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her cheek before moving past her and into the room. He gently sets Prada on the bed before moving to her closet, glancing at her and then back. He pulls a heavy sweater that matches what she's already wearing from her closet and holds it out to her.]

You'll wanna wear this. And this.

[He grabs out a fuzzy scarf and holds it out, too.]

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[Lydia isn't one to stand around and watch people do stuff -- it happens sometimes with Stiles when they're researching, but not normally. That's exactly what she's doing right now, though. Because yes, she was surprised when he told her about them doing their Valentine's Day thing right now. But then Stiles barges into her room and he's suddenly going through her closet and not only that, he's picking out what she's going to wear.

So she just watches him, in shock. Because no one tells her what to wear.

The way he does it, though. He looks more confident. He looks proud of himself. And that stupid smile on his face, she can't help but smile back at him. So yes, he's getting away with it. This time.

With a shake of her head, she steps closer and takes the sweater and the scarf from him. And then she leans in and kisses him softly.]

Where are we going? [As she asks, she pulls away and moves to stand in front of the mirror, turning her back to him as she pulls the sweater over her head.]

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[It actually says a lot about how close they've gotten that Stiles feels comfortable enough to pick out a sweater and scarf for her to wear. It's not that he wants to start doing it regularly -- he definitely doesn't. But right now, he knows what kind of clothes she's going to need for what they're about to do, and he's not telling her because it's a surprise. Frankly he'd think she was gorgeous wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

He smiles against her mouth when she kisses him and then he can't help but watch as she tugs the sweater on over her head.]

It's a surprise.

[One that he really hopes she'll like because he put a lot of time and thought into this idea.]

[She pulls her curls down carefully and glances at him through the mirror when he answers her without really giving anything away. Now she's not surprised, because she knows he was going to do something that'd be a surprise for her. Which is why they didn't make plans.

After checking her reflection one more time, she turns around to face him again. She figures they'll either be going up to the deck, or the enclosure if she needs clothes that are warmer. Although, she thinks she'll be okay with him around if it's just the deck.]

I guess I'm ready, then. [She smiles at him then reaches down and pats Prada. It's late enough that she's pretty comfortable leaving him behind, he'll probably just go to sleep.]

[He smiles at her and reaches out and takes her hand in his. His eyes are brighter than usual as he leads her out of her cabin and down the hall to the stairs. Within a few minutes they're heading down the corridor toward the direction of the Enclosure and he's growing more and more excited. He can't wait to see the look on her face.]

Okay, you have to close your eyes, and don't let go of my hand.

[He grins and raises his eyebrows, struggling not to fidget.]

[She can tell he's excited and that's enough to make her look forward to this even more. Lydia's been on plenty of dates before, obviously. But she feels like the only person who ever really made any effort when taking her out was Stiles. Before the dance, he actually put up with her trying on dresses for hours. And Allison told her he, not Scott, had rented out the ice rink for them. Because he knew she used to ice skate when she was younger.

So she doesn't even hesitate before sliding her hand into his, shifting the bag she grabbed before leaving her room on her other hand and stepping closer to his side.]

Okay. [She agrees easily, then smiles at him before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.]

[Stiles kisses her forehead lightly before guiding her inside the Enclosure and up to the boat dock that he's decorated with pretty white lights leftover from Christmas. There are tiny snowflakes dangling from the roof, too. He leads her over to the chairs and glances at her sideways before helping her over there.]

Okay, you can open 'em.

[And when she does, she'll see that the lake at her grandmother's boat dock is completely frozen over. There are two sets of ice skates by the chairs, and a large canteen of hot chocolate, a bag of marshmallows, and two coffee mugs, as well. It's evening, but there's still plenty of light to skate by, the sun still an hour or so away from fully setting.]

[She can definitely feel the cold once they're inside and she's not entirely sure what to expect. Instinctively, she presses to his side for warmth.

And then she opens her eyes slowly.

She recognizes the place instantly, her eyes widening when she realizes what he did to her grandmother's boat dock. Yes, Stiles has always been thoughtful, but this? No one ever did anything like this for her before.]

This looks amazing... [She whispers when she speaks, and then she turns toward him, her eyes bright, a soft smile on her lips, her hand tightening around his.]

Stiles-- thank you.

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[His expression brightens when she smiles at him and he beams back at her.]

I was hoping you'd like it.

[He remembers, vividly, their ice skating "date" over a year ago. It hadn't exactly been a date, it had been an outing. She'd still been in love with Jackson even though they weren't together, and mostly he'd just wanted to spend time with her even if she didn't like him that way. Plus it had been kind of hilarious watching Scott try to ice skate.]

I know we've done the ice skating thing before, but you really seemed to like it.

[And at least this time, Peter Hale wasn't around to screw it all up.]

[She nods slightly back at him. 'I love it,' is what she's about to answer to him, but she pauses. With a deep breath, she looks around them again. At the skates on the floor, she can smell the hot chocolate and the lights.

And all she did was thank him. He deserves a lot more than that. She glances down at the bag she still has in her hand, where his gift is, but she's not ready to give it to him just yet. So she sets it down on the chair then turns to look back at him.

This time, she doesn't say anything. Just smiles up at him as she lets go of his hand and cups his cheek in both of hers. And then she tiptoes and kisses him deeply.]

[That is a perfect way to thank him. He's pretty sure that's actually the best thanks ever. He kisses her back, lifting a hand and letting it wind into her hair. He shifts closer because it's cold even if it's manufactured cold. His other arm winds around her waist.

After a moment he pulls away to look at her, holding his breath as he searches her eyes.]

Lydia, there's...something I need to say to you and I'm kinda...not sure how you're going to take it.

[His voice is quiet.]

[She's not entirely sure what to do with that, at first. Considering the way he's worded it, she's fairly sure it's not something he considers good. And, considering all this, she knows he's not about to tell her anything bad about their relationship. He looks positively nervous, which helps her narrow it down to one, possible thing.

And of course she's already figured it out. They've been officially dating for almost two months now and-- every time things go a little further, he looks uncomfortable and stops her. She's not at all surprised he's a virgin, and it doesn't bother her. She doesn't get why he wants to talk about it right now but she's been waiting for him to bring it up, so he feels more confident and comfortable and not like she's pushing him. Even though she wants to push him because-- it's been a long time and, well not the point.

The point right now is helping him feel confident and comfortable. Her stomach clenches a little and maybe she suddenly looks a little nervous, too. For different reasons, yes, but this is kinda new for her, too. In a way.

She nods at him, then takes a deep breath.]

There's something I wanna say to you, too. Can I go first? [Because she's been meaning to tell him for a while, except-- they're always in some kind of emotional situation because of outside elements. Either her ex-boyfriend leaving the Barge, or floods, or his best friend being unconscious on the bed next to them. She keeps wanting to find a moment where it's just about them and this fits that description perfectly.]

[He considers it good. He's just not entirely sure she'll consider it good. He hopes so. He hasn't allowed himself to dwell on the possibility that she won't consider it good. If he thinks about it for long, he's pretty sure he'll have a gigantic panic attack.

He's been wanting to say it for weeks now. Longer, really. Since before all of the Nogitsune crap, but they'd only been good friends then and he wasn't going to push for anything else no matter how much he wanted things to be different. Having Lydia in his life in any way was better than not having her in his life at all.

He swallows hard and then nods when she asks if she can tell him something first. He's nervous, and he has to take a deep breath so he doesn't wind up losing his nerve.]

Yeah, of course.

[She smiles at that. And then she takes a deep breath and nods a little. It's a nervous smile, but it's a sincere one. She pulls her hands from around his neck and cups his face again as she holds his gaze. Her heart is beating fast, but he's not a werewolf, so hopefully he can't tell exactly how nervous she is all of the sudden..]

Stiles. [She pauses for a second. Because she's also been wanting to say it for weeks now. But now that she's actually doing it, it feels like such a huge thing. Which it is. But she's confident on how she feels and that she means it, she knows she owes it to both of them to do this, to be open to him about it. Because she thinks it'll make him happy, too.]

I love you. [Her voice is surprisingly calm as she says it, and she takes a deep breath.]

I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I wanted it to be right. [She glances around for a second then smiles more at him.] And you made it right.

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[He searches her eyes when she says his name, and the breath catches in his throat when she tells him she loves him. His eyes widen a little and he stares at her for a long moment before a smile threatens to split his face in half.]

Oh. [That...isn't at all what he'd been expecting, but it makes this so much easier.]

Lydia, I love you too.

[She knows he does. And it's not an ego thing, or even the way he acts around her. She just feels it. Still, hearing him say the words while he looks at her like that-- no one's ever actually said the words to her before. After everything they've been through, still are going through to get here -- it means a lot more than she could tell him.

So she nods slightly back at him as her eyes tear up. Smiling too, she just leans closer and kisses him again.]

[He reaches out and cups her face in his hands, kissing her softly once more. She loves him. He can hardly believe it, even if he feels it, too. He shifts closer to her, leaning his forehead against hers when the kiss ends.

He gently thumbs away a tear from beneath her eye, his own bright.]

[She leans into his touch, biting down on her bottom lip as she smiles softly at him. After a second, she bumps her nose against his lightly as she pulls her arms from around his neck, to wrap around his waist, underneath his over shirt. Her hands are getting cold. And this way they can both be closer and benefit from the warmth.

Their comfortable silence stretches just for a moment longer before she clears her throat and nods at him.]

Your turn.

Oh.

[He laughs, but it's soft. Hushed. Like he's afraid he'll ruin the moment if he's too loud. He rests his forehead against hers.]

That's...actually what I was going to tell you. I was kinda waiting for the right moment, too.

Oh.

[Not at all what she was expecting, apparently, but it helps her relax. She smiles at him and although she almost mentions that she thought he was going for something else, she figures there's no point in making him uncomfortable now. Not when he looks so happy.

She runs her hands over his back as she presses a little closer and grins softly.]

I'd apologize for taking it from you and saying it first, but I'm really not sorry at all.

[He can't help but wonder what she was expecting. He wants to ask, but right now, he just wants to enjoy the evening with her more. He leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek.]

Me either. I'm not sorry at all, I mean.

[He grins and reaches out to take her hand in his, linking their fingers together.]

Come on. Let's skate.

Wait.

[She squeezes his hand and tugs on it gently, then grabs a gift from inside the bag she brought with her. It's not big, rectangular shaped, and wrapped in blue, of course.]

Don't you want your gift first? [She grins softly.]

It's not much, obviously. Considering our inability to go shopping. [It's one of the few things she dislikes about being on the barge.]

But it's-- fitting.

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