[it takes longer than one might ordinarily expect for stiles to poke his head through her door (not bothering to knock, obviously, what do you take him for?), and when he finally does he's looking a bit more ragged about the edges for his journey, and he sort of throws himself face down on her bed without even stopping to say hello, grumbling a bit into her knee.]
What's the point in even being in engineering if I can't fix these stupid doors?
[ what she failed to mention via text is the severe increase in blankets piled vaguely over her in some way, one of which is getting peeled back and tossed over stiles now too as she scoots to give him room. this is an entirely different sort of 'welcome to my half-empty bed' than the one she had in mind when she sent out that text, but he's welcome nonetheless. ]
You get a bitchin' nametag, [ she offers, her usual humor weakened just a little by how shitty she feels. ] And if anyone asks what you do, you get to be like, 'oh, I'm in engineering,' and they just assume that means you know your shit.
[stiles wriggles in a little bit more under the newly acquired blanket, turning slightly to the side so he's not trying to slowly suffocate himself, no matter how tempting the thought might be right now.]
I'm not completely useless, you know. [he grouses because wow, sally, are you suggesting he doesn't actually know shit.] I'm starting to get used to these systems, and I totally know how to make a shrapnel bomb.
[a beat.] Uh. Maybe.
Oh yeah. [it's clumsy and awkward, but this whole trip did have a point after all, so he holds up his hand in front of her for a high five.]
Hey, punk, you better watch who you're calling 'crazy'. [ her finger pokes his forehead in a sick and exhausted mimicry of a teasing 'you wanna go?' shove. ]
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What's the point in even being in engineering if I can't fix these stupid doors?
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You get a bitchin' nametag, [ she offers, her usual humor weakened just a little by how shitty she feels. ] And if anyone asks what you do, you get to be like, 'oh, I'm in engineering,' and they just assume that means you know your shit.
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I'm not completely useless, you know. [he grouses because wow, sally, are you suggesting he doesn't actually know shit.] I'm starting to get used to these systems, and I totally know how to make a shrapnel bomb.
[a beat.] Uh. Maybe.
Oh yeah. [it's clumsy and awkward, but this whole trip did have a point after all, so he holds up his hand in front of her for a high five.]
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You should totally teach me the whole 'bomb' thing.
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Honestly I'd probably have to teach myself at the same time. It was only sort of me building it at the time.
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Possessions, yeah? You should know all about those, being a ghost before and everything
You're not the only person in this room that weird or traumatizing shit has happened to, I'll have you know.
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I was referring to myself, but good job getting defensive immediately.