Hey. [Scott spent as much time in this room growing up as he did in his own: it's an extra piece of home, and he doesn't bother to stop the smile that pulls at his mouth when Stiles opens the door.
Like the first, though, it doesn't last long. Once the door is closed, concern wrinkles his brow.]
Seriously dude, you look like ass. What's wrong?
[He bites off the 'what happened.' He wants to know, but...maybe he really doesn't.]
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Like the first, though, it doesn't last long. Once the door is closed, concern wrinkles his brow.]
Seriously dude, you look like ass. What's wrong?
[He bites off the 'what happened.' He wants to know, but...maybe he really doesn't.]