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[wolfteen]

I think you’ve dealt with enough.

[ And then some. Putting more of a burden on Stiles is the last thing he wants. Actually, putting more of a burden on anyone is not what he wants. It’s not easy for anyone to be here. He doesn’t want to make it harder. That’s why he hasn’t been telling people about this. ]

I just have to, Stiles, there isn’t any choice about any of it. I’ll find a way.

You did.

[oralfixations]

Yeah well I think you've dealt with enough, dude.

[They all have, when it comes down to it. His situation isn't anything more than the others. They've all been fucked in different ways. He really shouldn't think he's got it worse than anyone else.]

Yeah, I guess I did. You'll--

--it's never going to go away. You'll remember it, you just got to try and stop letting it effect you.

[He shrugs.]

I don't always do the best job with that, but I'm trying. And you do better at that stuff than me.

[wolfteen]

I’ve never had to deal with this before.

[ Or anything like it, really. Dying is a new experience for him. He’s pretty sure he wants to keep it that way, too. This isn’t a thing he wants to repeat. ]

I’ll try, though. I am trying.

Listen, don’t tell anyone, okay? I don’t need this to be a bigger deal than it already is.

[oralfixations]

I know you are, Scott. No one is asking you to do anything else, trust me.

[Scott trying is usually better than most people do, succeeding.]

You're not even going to tell Allison?

[wolfteen]

No, of course I’m going to tell Allison. [ He scrunches up his face, like duh, Stiles. ] She’ll see it if I don’t. At least I think she will. It wouldn’t be fair, keeping it from her.

[oralfixations]

No, it wouldn't. Okay, so me and Allison.

[Fair enough. Stiles nudges the sandwich nearby. Yes he's still bothering you to eat it, Scott.]

[wolfteen]

Yeah, you and Allison. [ And no one else, including Jackson, and definitely including Derek. Scott glances up at him, and then sighs. He lifts the sandwich and tears a corner of it off to eat. Okay, happy now?!



He’ll admit it’s maybe kind of good. ]

Thanks. You mind if I stay, for a while?

[oralfixations]

Stay as long as you want. [Stiles smiles.] I got some cards. We could play them if you want?

[wolfteen]

Yeah, sure. [ His smile widens a bit. ] I didn't bring anything to bet, though. We can play for the rest of this sandwich?

[oralfixations]

Nope, that sandwich is all yours. We don't have to play for stakes.

[wolfteen]

Okay, if you say so. Please tell me you actually have cards, though, cause I don’t.

[oralfixations]

I do!

[Stiles moves off the bed and rummages, finally grabbing the pack before going to sit back down on the beds with Scott.]

Grabbed these from Steve.

We could possibly leave it here?

[wolfteen]

[ Scott smiles, and rubs the back of his neck. ]

I never even thought of asking him that.

Okay, I'm in. Deal me.