[Stiles has never thought of himself as any kind of caretaker. Not really. Looking after Scott and his dad had just been his responsibility. Not that either of them ever asked that of him. They certainly hadn't. Neither had anyone in the pack. But that's what people did when they cared about people, isn't it? Offering Dean 7UP isn't any kind of big deal in his opinion. It's nothing he wouldn't have done for any of his friends or family if they were in his predicament.
He grimaces at Dean's admission though, and he nods. Hopefully the nausea and vomiting will ease soon on its own.
His question is such an abrupt change of topic that for a moment his eyebrows furrow. He has no idea what woman Dean is talking about.
Until he suddenly does. The woman in the hospital bed. Dean had been there at the end, when Lydia screamed and pulled him out of the very believable scenario that he'd already lived through once before, and relived in a lot of nightmares. He'd seen.
Stiles rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head.]
It was some kind of...set up. She was -- [He licks his lips because his mouth is suddenly dry.] They wanted me to think it was my mom. It wasn't.
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He grimaces at Dean's admission though, and he nods. Hopefully the nausea and vomiting will ease soon on its own.
His question is such an abrupt change of topic that for a moment his eyebrows furrow. He has no idea what woman Dean is talking about.
Until he suddenly does. The woman in the hospital bed. Dean had been there at the end, when Lydia screamed and pulled him out of the very believable scenario that he'd already lived through once before, and relived in a lot of nightmares. He'd seen.
Stiles rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head.]
It was some kind of...set up. She was -- [He licks his lips because his mouth is suddenly dry.] They wanted me to think it was my mom. It wasn't.