Motel California

Its been a few weeks since he had talked to Lydia and they'd both had their own respective meltdowns at each other. Hers was worse. Hers hurt so much more, made him so much angrier at Stiles. He avoided him as much as possible and had refrained from talking to him at all when he'd see him.

But eventually, it all started eating at him, from the inside out. Stiles was deciding what they wanted, what was best for them without even talking to them. He was trading Allison's life for his own, in a terrible attempt to fix what he felt was his fault. That's enough to hurt. But what made him so angry about it was how Lydia was taking it. He's seen her like this once before, and he refuses to let it happen again. Not if he can fix it.

He waits in the lobby for him, knowing he'll come downstairs to something eventually. And when he, does, he's going to catch him and tell him exactly how he feels about it all.


[Spam » Allison]
He hasn't done much better about Allison. Between their last encounter and everything Lydia had told him, he was a mess. He literally took to ducking around corners if he saw her. Because he keeps thinking this is her, his Allison, the one from his world, the one he lost, and he has no idea what to do with that. It was hard enough knowing in some other world, they got her back...but to think it was at the price of someone he spent most of his life calling family losing his? He's not sure he can handle that.

So, after confronting Stiles, he heads outside and he's debating a run when he sees her heading right for the door, looking an awful lot like she might have just been on a run herself. There's nothing out front to hide behind and--as he thinks it, he realizes how stupid it is anyway. He shouldn't be hiding from her anyway.

He lifts a hand in a wave, silently hoping he eventually figures out what to say once she's closed the space between them.