[Of course he knows. And Stiles knows he knows. They can read each other pretty well by now. Which makes sense considering they've been attached at the hip since they were kids. He watches his friend stuff his hands into his pockets and feels his chest tighten at Scott's words. But wait -- he's talked to Lydia?]
What did she say? I mean, what did she tell you was going on?
[Because maybe he already knows, and maybe he doesn't have to hide all this stuff after all.]
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What did she say? I mean, what did she tell you was going on?
[Because maybe he already knows, and maybe he doesn't have to hide all this stuff after all.]