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10:01 PM
[Scott has kept to himself since he talked to Stiles last night. He's expertly avoided everyone today, eating meals later than usual and keeping to his room the rest of the time. He doesn't know how to process everything that he's had dumped on him in the last 24 hours.
Stiles was here. Properly aged and guarded. Which meant he'd been wrong about Thomas. Had been giving some brainwashed kid empty, useless hope, that wasn't his to give him in the first place. He felt bad for that, guilty in a way he'd never imagined possible.
He needed to talk to someone and...honestly? The best person for the job, the only one who knows exactly how he feels and what's going on in his head...is Lydia. So, he heads up to her floor and knocks on her door lightly.]
Stiles was here. Properly aged and guarded. Which meant he'd been wrong about Thomas. Had been giving some brainwashed kid empty, useless hope, that wasn't his to give him in the first place. He felt bad for that, guilty in a way he'd never imagined possible.
He needed to talk to someone and...honestly? The best person for the job, the only one who knows exactly how he feels and what's going on in his head...is Lydia. So, he heads up to her floor and knocks on her door lightly.]