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I miss Erica.

[In truth, he's just kind of lonely. He's had some time to re-evaluate things, and after the mess in the weird rift...he just kinda feels weird about things again.

It's also a good way to reach out to Scott without saying 'hey I'm worried.']

i know

~~can you come over this week kind of sucks i dont~~

i miss her too

i miss everything about home.

I don't miss the crazy things. Or people dying.

Are you--

--are you okay?

sure

[ Which means not overly. ]

i mean its better than last week, i shouldnt be complaining

You're allowed to complain, Scott.

Come on--talk to me.

dude i just

i hate this week. you know right now? theres a voice in my head telling me not to talk to you. and i know its there because i died and its some kind of punishment, or something

i hate it. and then also i died, i kind of dont think im ok with that
i dont feel like i did before

You--

--I knew you wouldn't be.

No one...

...no one ever should feel the same. Except maybe Jackson.

[Because that guy actually does not seem to change.]

Fuck that voice, fuck Peter.

Come over.

jackson doesnt feel the same

[ Because he’s not how he was. He’s less scared than he used to be, and way more jaded. Being here, being controlled, dying, all of that has done that to him. It’s changed Stiles too. He hasn’t died, but he’s been hurt. That’s what being here does.

It’s all wrong and Scott didn’t expect it to be this way even though he saw it in his friends. He wasn’t expecting to feel so low. That’s probably stupid. But he didn’t expect that at all. ]

ok.

thanks. now?

Yeah well forgive me if I haven't noticed any difference.

[Stiles needs to let that part drop, so he will.]

Yeah. Roddy isn't here so I got free rain. If you want I can go make us some sandwiches, too.

[ Scott’s texting while he’s walking now. His head stays down while he does, since eye contact just provokes Peter’s voice. ]

im not hungry [ He kind of hasn’t been hungry all week. Constantly getting his teeth stuck in anacondas probably hasn’t helped. ] if i could just stay with you a while. id like that

Well I'm going to make sandwiches anyways. If you want one, fine, if not, I'll eat both.

[Because he's going to look after you, Scott, damn it.]

Yeah, sure. No problem. I can even push the beds together like old times.

thanks man

[ He should probably protest the beds thing, say he doesn't need it.

But, well. Watch him not argue with that. ]

my roommate didnt come back

Is that a bad thing?

I'd--I'd move in, but without his key, I can't.

if hes still in that town its a bad thing

i dont know. its ok. you have a roommate already

[ Though, the knock on the door outside right now is probably Scott. It didn't take him that long. ]

I'd rather live with you, Scott.

[Stiles sighs and opens the door, smiling at Scott.]

Seriously. I'd rather live with you.

[ As the door opens, he's putting his pocketwatch away. He mostly just looks tired. ]

Yeah. I know, I would too.

Hey.

[ His smile back is delayed, but mostly because Peter's voice starts up in his head as soon as he lays eyes on Stiles. He cannot wait for this week to be up. ]

[Stiles moves to give Scott a good hug, before getting him into the room, closing the door behind them. He pushed the beds together like he said he would, and there are two sandwiches sitting on one of the tables.]

[ Scott will just linger in that hug for a second or two. Stiles feels solid and warm, and he needs that in a way that he doesn't even want to admit. Not at all.

But here they are.

GET AWAY FROM HIM.

The voice in his head is thrumming like a migraine, impossible to ignore. It gives him the slightest bit of relief that Stiles knows it's happening to him, so he won't have to explain why he's wincing or why he suddenly pulls back from that hug as quickly as he fell into it. ]

I just...

[ He rubs his forehead, then sees what Stiles has done to the beds, and his shoulders drop. He goes to climb on them, though he leaves the food alone. ]

Thanks, man.

I'd feel a lot better if you ate something.

[Stiles frowns, moving to sit down next to Scott. It was moments like this he felt really helpless. He didn't have any special abilities to block that voice out, or anything but really his company. Which wasn't going to stop the Ghost of Peter's Past from blabbering away in Scott's ear.]

How many days has it been?

[ Scott shakes his head. ]

I don't know. Four, five? It's kind of a blur.

It definitely goes away after a week, right? I can rely on that?

[ Or is this another of those things that might well stretch to two if COMPASS really feel like it? ]

[Stiles sighs and starts to eat one of the sandwiches; he'll get Scott to eat the other one, eventually.]

...honestly?

[Lie, Stiles.]

Yeah, I think you can.

[It's half a lie--Stiles really wants it to be true, though.]

[ Scott hears that lie. It's like a discordant note in a piece of music, coming from an irregularity in Stiles' heartbeat. It's hard to lie to a werewolf.

But Scott hears it, and he ignores it. He just looks down instead of saying anything. He can't rely on it, then. But he can hope. He has to hope. ]

I think it'll be easier then. Without him. At least then I won't have to think about it all the time.

[Scott's always been better at hope. Stiles...he's just become more hardened and realistic (not pessimistic) to things around here. It sucks, but...but someone has to.

That doesn't mean that he doesn't want it to get better for Scott. He wants it to get better for him more than anything.]

Yeah. I'll--we'll find some way to make it better. I mean, as long as we're together, it has to be okay.

[Not will, but must.]

...I really would appreciate it if you ate, though. Your mom would want you to.

[Yep he pulled the mom card. But he knows Scott will feel better.]

[ Scott thinks about that, and looks away when the mom card comes out. His mom. He misses her so much.

He can deal with most things here. He makes himself deal with it. It's like the werewolf thing at home, he deals because he needs to.

But this? He just shakes his head a little. ]

I really miss her, Stiles. [ A small glance at the sandwich. ] I'm not--

Maybe later. I can't, right now.

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