[Bag hoisted over his good shoulder, Stiles turns to leave. But as he takes those first few steps away, the teen stops. Just keep walking, he urges himself, panic thick in his throat at the thought of what he wants to say. Emotional vulnerability has been—more difficult than it should be, after Scott.]
Hey, Cy.
[He doesn’t meet the other man’s eyes.]
…Thanks again. You seem—
[In his pocket, he tightens a fist around the folded note.]
—like someone I’d be lucky to get to know.
[Jaw clenched against any other stupid declarations, Stiles beats a hasty retreat.]
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Hey, Cy.
[He doesn’t meet the other man’s eyes.]
…Thanks again. You seem—
[In his pocket, he tightens a fist around the folded note.]
—like someone I’d be lucky to get to know.
[Jaw clenched against any other stupid declarations, Stiles beats a hasty retreat.]