|focusscottfocus (focusscottfocus) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-02-05 08:23:00
|Entry tags:||scott mccall, stiles stilinski|
Scott Mccall & Stiles Stilinski
Trying to keep his best friend sane in the middle of crazybrainthings.
Tuesday evening, February 4, 2014, after this; Super 8 just outside Lawrence, Room 123
TBD (expect dark themes!)/In progress
To put it simply, Scott was worried about Stiles.
There was a lot going on lately and Scott had only just recently been clued in on it all. He didn't blame his best friend for not telling him sooner, for trying to save him from even having to deal with it. Scott knew if their roles were reverse and Stiles was from before the ritual and he was in the midde of losing his mind? He would've tried to find a way to fix it without involving Stiles, too. To save his best friend from having to watch him spiral down and out like that. And he knew that was Stiles' own general train of thought on not divulging it all to him sooner.
But understanding his reasoning didn't make Scott feel any better about the whole sitation. To put it simply, Scott was worried about Stiles. But he had managed to talk him into seeing him and Scott was going to take that as a win. He would work on convincing Stiles to let him stay later. For now, the fact that he was letting him see him was enough.
Scott found the motel easily enough and made his way to the room number Stiles had told him he was in. Not until he raised his hand to knock on the door did Scott even consider that maybe Stiles had given him the wrong motel, or the wrong room. As he waited for the door to be answered, Scott just hoped that momentary second of doubt was wrong.