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Okay. Okay.

[ Nervously. ] I'll stick around.

[He nods, and makes his way to the room that was Stiles' to get things ready.]

[ Trailing after him. ]

Hey, where's Isaac?

Anywhere but here, I think.

So do I get on with them? The pack? Like because most of the time there's the threat of violence and that's just Erica.

Yeah, you do.

[He looks a little puzzled]

You're all friends. You hang out at school.

We don't. Where I'm from. They left school and ran away to live in your creepy underground train. I mean, there's some life saving going on but we're not friends.

You didn't let your dad arrest Isaac, when his dad died. You hunted Jackson down and made him swear it wasn't Isaac.

[Pause]

You and Erica and Boyd would train together. You taught Boyd to find his anchor.

[ For a moment he wishes he had that, for just a second he longs for it because it sounds good. ]

Hey, sounds like other me is useful.

[He rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, just a little.

[ Leaning against the doorway. ]

You're not as apoplectic with rage like this.

[He smirks a little]

I get my rage out in other ways.

But you don't complain.

[ Rubbing a hand over his face. ]

Sex therapy. Fuck other me, he sucks.

Like a hoover.

[ He's trying not to imagine that because he's already getting hot under the collar. ]

Dear lord.

[He smirks, and moves forward, and tips Stiles' chin up with his hand and kisses him dirty]

[ He makes a sound, a whimper of noise as his hands flail. It's different than the curse time, it's just heat and want and he feels like his head is going to explode. ]

How does he do anything when you kiss like that?

Sometimes he kicks the whole pack out before I get home so he can jump me at the door.

[ He's pretty flushed. ]

Yeah well, that makes sense.

[He's still in Stiles' space, but he takes a breath. He smells different but it's still Stiles]

It works. For us.

We work.

I can see that.

[ He wonders what it would be like to have that level of safety in his life. ]

I love you.

[He whispers it, carefully.]

Oh.

[ Heart beating too fast. ] Okay.

Breathe.

[ Inhaling for a minute. ]

Okay, sure. I'm just panicking here a little. Like a bite makes such a difference to our lives.

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