Re: log: tw -stiles
[Yeah, he was a little late to the party, but originally, he hadn't even intended on coming. Whatever was going on, he was sure they could handle on his own, but then the thought of not at least being in the know of whatever was going on gnawed at him and annoyed him enough that he showed up. The car was new, replaced by insurance, fresh off the lot with dealers' tags still attached. He didn't make a show of his entrance, letting himself in on the heels of a conversation already in progress.]
Why are we trapping Stiles? You all finally realised that there's something wrong with him? [Slouch in, a look given to Lydia that lasted only for a moment before he plopped down in an empty seat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped, apparently vested in the conversation.] So. What did I miss?