[He doesn't say anything about the lie. It smells like Isaac booked it - that's fine, he's not Isaac's keeper (Stiles made him stop policing his betas a long time ago)]
[ He can't imagine Derek letting him in like that, can't imagine helping. ] I guess I must've got the whole werewolf thing then, right? Like, did I fight back?
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Let me find a shirt.
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Yeah, okay.
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[Oh, that came out a little gruff.]
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[ He shrugs. ] You're probably stuck here for the weekend. It sucks, I know.
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[that comes out a little more sullen than anything]
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I think that was pretty much the first thing he complained about.
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[ That's even weirder. ] Do you ... [ No, that idea is dumb and he's not thinking about it. ] Is it like a territory thing?
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[He pauses. Things get complicated, explaining scenting.]
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It was an analogy. Like my constant presence is irritating because I don't smell like you.
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You're like.
Something delicious I can't eat because you're not mine.
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Uh -. That's ...
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You're so different.
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[He leans a little, he really wants to pull Stiles into his lap]
You helped me choose my betas.
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[ He can't imagine Derek letting him in like that, can't imagine helping. ] I guess I must've got the whole werewolf thing then, right? Like, did I fight back?
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But you knew better.
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What?
[Stiles.]
You didn't like me at first. You wanted to do it on you own. But after your first full moon, you realized you couldn't.
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I clearly have been writing too many text tags
that's okay bb! /clings
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