[ She sits down next to him, and finally lets go, softening. ] Not really. You got used, Stiles, against your will. You weren't asking for it, you didn't tell that thing to possess you and hurt your friends.
[ Allison reaches over and grabs his hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing. ] It wasn't your fault. And I'll keep telling you that until you believe it.
[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?
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.
[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.
[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.
[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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Date: 2015-03-06 08:03 am (UTC)[ Allison reaches over and grabs his hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing. ] It wasn't your fault. And I'll keep telling you that until you believe it.
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Date: 2015-03-17 11:57 pm (UTC)allison definitely deserves better than that though. so he just gives her a small little smile instead.] Promise?
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Date: 2015-03-18 01:20 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-19 07:46 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-20 02:41 am (UTC)Remember what I said about that forceful thing, Allison.
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Date: 2015-03-20 04:56 am (UTC)Re: action;
Date: 2015-03-20 04:59 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-21 09:07 am (UTC)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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