[The look he gives Cy is deeply unimpressed, but—with a roll of the eyes—Stiles relents. He doesn’t realize that the encouraged discretion is intended for his personal safety.]
Two-thousand-twelve.
[Leaning an elbow on the table, he rests his face in an open palm and sends a cocked eyebrow in Cy’s direction—wordlessly asking for the other man’s year in return.
no subject
Two-thousand-twelve.
[Leaning an elbow on the table, he rests his face in an open palm and sends a cocked eyebrow in Cy’s direction—wordlessly asking for the other man’s year in return.