Re: [Beacon Hills Hospital]
"He's just a boy. Boys are much more likely to be color blind, even if they aren't dogs. And everyone knows that most of them have very bad taste in everything. Even girls." Then his attention swerved over into the neighborhood of werewolf eyes, and she wasn't even surprised. Stiles was always all over the place. It had been kind of annoying at first, in a please sit down now kind of way. But she'd gotten used to it, and she didn't want to think about that too much, because getting used to to Stiles hadn't really been on her "to do" list. "Do you know what it means? Tapetum lucid?" She did. She'd looked it up too.
"Don't be silly." She rolled her eyes when he let go of her hand. "I'm not. Everybody knows that." They did, and she didn't really care. Once, she might have. Back when everything was pretense and pretending. But not anymore. "But it's sweet of you to pretend I might be."
She looked over at the commercial, and her smile brightened into something more entertained. His embarrassment was funny, even in the face of buzzing and electrocution--
Right. That thing that she really didn't want to talk about, and that he'd just avoided entirely. That thing.
"We should talk about it." But she didn't sound like she wanted to. She sounded like she should offer, but like she really didn't want. Because, well, she didn't want to.