Who: Sheriff Stilinski and Lissa Dragomir What: Letting the Spirit user do her thing, because that's a good idea When: Backdated to Wednesday morning Where: The clinic Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Well, the painkillers were still going, so he was feeling the pain but not giving a damn about it. He'd take it at this point. Because otherwise he didn't know how he'd be dealing with any of this besides freaking Stiles out, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. The absolute last thing
He was glad he'd wound up back here instead of dying. Because this place... well, it had people he cared about. Stiles, first and foremost -- even though ow, how that worked, he wasn't going to push his brain too hard -- but there were also Malia, Mason, Stuart, Maggie... God, he owed that woman so much for everything she'd done for him. And he needed to stop avoiding his thoughts and ask her out, he just did.
A quiet noise at the door caught his attention and pulled him from his thoughts. "... Lissa, hey." He hadn't known her when she'd been in town before, not really. Only as someone his son and Mason had known, more or less. "What brings you here?"