No, yeah, totally, of course. [ Scott's real quick to nod. And then stop, and scratch at the back of his head before gesturing. ] I don't know how to find out how she feels about the whole thing. Again.
Asking is usually a pretty good way to find out, Scott.
[he shrugs and runs a hand through his hair.] Or you could do something really scandalous and wait for her to make the first move so then you'll know for sure that she's interested. [stiles does come from the camp of 'never be the kisser, always be the kissee', after all]
I don't want to freak her out. I mean she just got here, she just-- [ Died. He shrugs, pushing hands into his pockets so shoulders stay up high a second. ] I guess that'd be a pretty clear answer. [ But not one he looks satisfied with, from the way he's sort of frowning pensively at the foot of the bed. ]
Okay... [nodding slowly, hands twisting in his lap. seriously though, how does he always wind up being everyone's relationship therapist, he doesn't get it.]
Maybe just. If you're worried about freaking her out, don't you think that might be a sign that it' probably too soon?
[ Everyone's is weird, but if he's going to be anyone's he's going to be Scott's. That's high on the list of best friend responsibilities.
Scott tips his head one way and then weaves back the other, hands lifted and dropped uncertainly. ] I mean, probably, yeah, but. [ He sits down on the opposite bed across from Stiles and his hands end up knit together between his knees. ] What if next jump she's gone again?
[maybe, but when is it your turn, scott? when is it your turn.]
And what if she isn't? [stiles turns to face scott when he sits down, expression serious.] Scott, we can't let what happens on this ship dictate our lives. We end up doing stupid, risky shit that could get us killed.
Scott continues his frowning at his shoes and his hands, puzzling that thought over. It takes him a while to realize the difficulty is that it isn't really about him and Allison at all. He knits his fingers together, and nods. ]
Yeah. I mean-- yeah. We need to be careful. [ He looks up and meets Stiles' eyes. ] We need to stick together.
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[he shrugs and runs a hand through his hair.] Or you could do something really scandalous and wait for her to make the first move so then you'll know for sure that she's interested. [stiles does come from the camp of 'never be the kisser, always be the kissee', after all]
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Maybe just. If you're worried about freaking her out, don't you think that might be a sign that it' probably too soon?
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Scott tips his head one way and then weaves back the other, hands lifted and dropped uncertainly. ] I mean, probably, yeah, but. [ He sits down on the opposite bed across from Stiles and his hands end up knit together between his knees. ] What if next jump she's gone again?
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And what if she isn't? [stiles turns to face scott when he sits down, expression serious.] Scott, we can't let what happens on this ship dictate our lives. We end up doing stupid, risky shit that could get us killed.
Trust me on this, okay?
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Scott continues his frowning at his shoes and his hands, puzzling that thought over. It takes him a while to realize the difficulty is that it isn't really about him and Allison at all. He knits his fingers together, and nods. ]
Yeah. I mean-- yeah. We need to be careful. [ He looks up and meets Stiles' eyes. ] We need to stick together.