[Stiles feels his breath hitch at her words even if the smile remains on his face, believably hiding that particular reaction. But the second the video switches off, he pulls his hand away from the blender and rubs it over his face, letting out a breath. He gets it -- why she needs to make light of it. He'd probably be doing the same thing, only he'd be more sarcastic about it. And they're going to get their deals -- because there's not another option here.
But it's still an open wound for him. His last memory of her back home is seeing her lying limp and lifeless cradled in Scott's arms as he leaned heavily on Lydia for physical support. And it's one he can't get out of his head no matter how hard he tries.
By the time Allison makes it to the pub, he's adding in water to the mixture and smirking at her comment as she enters.]
Just water. No Dora please. I like my sheets the way they are.
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But it's still an open wound for him. His last memory of her back home is seeing her lying limp and lifeless cradled in Scott's arms as he leaned heavily on Lydia for physical support. And it's one he can't get out of his head no matter how hard he tries.
By the time Allison makes it to the pub, he's adding in water to the mixture and smirking at her comment as she enters.]
Just water. No Dora please. I like my sheets the way they are.