Stiles didn't really want to think anymore. It was all starting to give him a headache. At least Lydia's hand being there felt kind of good even though she wasn't' doing anything. A new topic was definitely needed, though. A new everything was needed right now. "Umm..." he had to think about it for a minute. Had he forgotten to eat? "I ate when I first got up." Whenever that had been. He had no idea what time it was now or how long he had been working on the board. Time just got away from him today. "It's late, isn't it?"
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