[Stiles glances up, relaxing when he sees his best friend sitting there, safe and sound. It's a relief to him, too. He even manages a small smile as he shoves his lunch tray toward Scott to share his fries.]
Hey.
[A lot happened in that port, and he doesn't really want to talk about the crap that happened in the Opera House, doesn't even want to think about how for a second he'd believed the woman lying in that bed dying had really been his mother.
So he focuses his attention on Scott, because that's easier. That's second nature.]
You doing okay? [He can already hear that apology lurking and he gives him a look. They can't always be together for these things. They're not kids anymore, they're not each other's entire worlds anymore even though Scott is pretty central to Stiles' and always will be. There are other people now to worry about, to try and help. It's why they're here.]
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Hey.
[A lot happened in that port, and he doesn't really want to talk about the crap that happened in the Opera House, doesn't even want to think about how for a second he'd believed the woman lying in that bed dying had really been his mother.
So he focuses his attention on Scott, because that's easier. That's second nature.]
You doing okay? [He can already hear that apology lurking and he gives him a look. They can't always be together for these things. They're not kids anymore, they're not each other's entire worlds anymore even though Scott is pretty central to Stiles' and always will be. There are other people now to worry about, to try and help. It's why they're here.]