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[overdraws]

[ She's peeling the paper away from her cupcake, but stops when he thanks her. Because he's thanking her for more than the food, it seems, and it feels like -- something's hanging in the air, words neither of them are saying. ] You're welcome.

[ She wants to ask him what he means, but she doesn't want to ruin whatever this is happening between them right now. ] I just -- you've kind of been there the most since I got here, you know? So I wanted to do something for you.

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[stiles almost points out how selfish his being around her could be construed, what with the guilt factor and just her being gone, but it's not even all that true because he's genuinely dug all the time he's spent with her and sort of regrets that they never managed to get here back home.

instead he just takes another bite of the cupcake, chews for a bit to consider an alternative answer, swallows and says:] Anytime. You know that, right?

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[this is absolutely not how he saw this conversation going, not in a million years. he squeezes back almost thoughtlessly because he's still trying to work through all the details and his brain keeps throwing up giant blocks because even after everything his favorite solution is still to ignore things that make him uncomfortable or crack a joke.

allison definitely deserves better than that though. so he just gives her a small little smile instead.] Promise?

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[ It'd be silly of her at this point to not know that, and she grins, almost a little shy about it. Because she, too, has really enjoyed the time they've spent together. She's always liked Stiles, even if the most she ever really did for him was get him to Macy's so he could ask Lydia to the formal. Circumstances kept them from actually becoming close friends, but here, they don't have those. It's almost like a blank slate. ] Yeah. I do. Same goes for you.

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Promise. [ And it's her sincere voice. You know, the one she generally tends to use when talking to Lydia. She sits, silent for a moment, and then turns to look at him, gaze dropping to his mouth and then back up to his eyes.

And she doesn't go for it. Instead, she takes a deep breath, and puts her head on his shoulder. ] I'm sorry. If I upset you.

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[it says something that the touch doesn't feel strange or unfamiliar by now. it doesn't though, so stiles just shakes his head barely, brushing up against her more with the movement before he answers.]

Nah, don't apologize. I guess it sort of... needed to be said. You know how much I hate talking about this sort of thing, though. Which is why you've basically got to hold me down and make me.

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[and there's not really all that much more to say to that, so stiles just sits down next to her and takes another bite, bumping shoulders with her lightly.]

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It still shouldn't be upsetting, though. [ She glances up at him. ] But I will hold you down and make you if I have to.

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[forcing stiles to talk about emotions, at least, his own, was always going to be upsetting. still, one battle at a time. he points a finger at her teasingly.]

Remember what I said about that forceful thing, Allison.

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[ She grabs his finger with her free hand and pulls his hand down into her lap. ] That is not the point.

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[waggling his eyebrows at her ridiculously now.] Isn't it?

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[overdraws]

[ She laughs, and lets his finger go, placing her hand on his face and shoving gently. ] It isn't, and you know it.

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[gentle the shove might have been, but stiles let's himself move with the pressure as if it was much more firm and sprawls back against the bed dramatically.]

You've slayed me, I'm finished, Allison. Throw in the towel for me, I don't have the strength to do it myself.

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[ She sputters, and leans back, hovering over him slightly. ] I think you're gonna be okay. I didn't even hit any vital parts.

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I'll have you know that my head is very vital, Miss Argent. [how dare??]

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Oh yeah? [ She reaches over and flicks him gently in the forehead. ] Take that.

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[brushing her hand away like he's actually bother by the touch which is a goddamn lie, really.]

You realize that you don't get any of the life insurance money if you're the one to kill me right? There are rules about this sort of thing.

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[ She settles back and lays down next to him, giving him a wry look. ] I wouldn't kill you for your money, Stiles.

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[overdraws]

do you still have any mountain ash
i need enough to line a doorway

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[unmakes]

❰ okay, so this isn't sally's first accident. ...she thinks. she doesn't know for sure, but it doesn't feel like her first one. she feels like the last one wasn't nearly this freaking obnoxious.

the only thing keeping sally from being pretty much Done by now is the fact that before the accident, this is apparently somewhere she went through a lot of hassle to reach. the details are hazy at best, but she knows for a fact that she was finally on her way home.

which is here, she assumes, as totally unfamiliar as this hospital seems so far. so she's more than ready to get the hell out of this place (and this gown, not that she hasn't shown her ass to worse people). sucks that it's apparently the middle of freaking winter. thanks for turning her loose in a hospital gown, guys. it's been real.

now she's heading down the front walk, salted and otherwise clear of snow, unlike apparently everything else around. how sweet of them, clearing the snow off for all the sorry pantsless fucks like sally who get to make the spectacular walk of shame to some unknown sheriff's office (what is this, a western?) to beg for their clothes back. the faintest breeze picks up, and she wraps her arms tight around her middle, hiking the gown up just enough to reveal the bottom two of the four entirely questionable scars on her thigh. ❱