[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 beenβmore difficult than it should be, after Scott.]
Hey, Cy.
[He doesnβt meet the other manβs eyes.]
β¦Thanks again. You seemβ
[In his pocket, he tightens a fist around the folded note.]
βlike someone Iβd be lucky to get to know.
[Jaw clenched against any other stupid declarations, Stiles beats a hasty retreat.]
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Date: 2024-01-28 12:57 am (UTC)Hey, Cy.
[He doesnβt meet the other manβs eyes.]
β¦Thanks again. You seemβ
[In his pocket, he tightens a fist around the folded note.]
βlike someone Iβd be lucky to get to know.
[Jaw clenched against any other stupid declarations, Stiles beats a hasty retreat.]