[No. He smiles a little, knowing she won't believe him. He has been trying so hard to forget it all, to push it back. To find his mean again. And maybe he could have done it, maybe Scott could have gone on, and found enough other things to focus on that her death-weight would stop being the last thing on his mind before he falls asleep at night.
But that's changed, since she came here. Since Lydia came here, since it became so much harder to distance himself from Beacon Hills. He wants to, sometimes, even on the days when he misses his home so much it leaves an ache in his stomach.
And maybe that's okay. Things change, and maybe the point is that he can't force a regression to the mean. It has to just happen. He has to ride the wave, and it's about to crash again.
[Inevitable Talk spam]
[No. He smiles a little, knowing she won't believe him. He has been trying so hard to forget it all, to push it back. To find his mean again. And maybe he could have done it, maybe Scott could have gone on, and found enough other things to focus on that her death-weight would stop being the last thing on his mind before he falls asleep at night.
But that's changed, since she came here. Since Lydia came here, since it became so much harder to distance himself from Beacon Hills. He wants to, sometimes, even on the days when he misses his home so much it leaves an ache in his stomach.
And maybe that's okay. Things change, and maybe the point is that he can't force a regression to the mean. It has to just happen. He has to ride the wave, and it's about to crash again.
Scott slides his hands into his pockets.]
Are you busy?