malia is slightly amazed at his efforts of finding her that he even cared that much, weren’t broken up people just supposed to go their separate ways and never talk again? makes it kind of hard when you’re in a pack with them ( and at one point in their life you were there everything) A deep sigh like yawn falls from her lips but quickly she is choking back a laugh at his stupid antics, god- how did he make her laugh, even if he was being serious? that would be the most ironic situation ever. She wants to agree and tease him about his bad luck but for now, she just falls silent, watching him crouch down and try to be there for her and on one side it makes her angry because she never wanted to feel this sad and alone. Yeah, I’d never leave you behind the words echo in her mind and the worst part is she couldn’t just blame him because she thought she was going to be dead by the end of her mother’s terror, she had to protect him, had to let him go. Head quickly tilts down and instead focuses on the dusty old blanket and the way it made her feel, warm. warm for the first time in months and as she keeps her thoughts to herself, she still meets his brown hues for that question of why she is out here nearly freezing. “ I don’t know, it seemed easier… you know? And I had to test out these new abilities. “ Easier than facing reality, facing the fact that her life was slowly falling apart by the seams. it was always easier to be alone.
he wants to ask what that even meant for her. ——–nothing was easy in beacon hills —– at least. not anymore. stiles involuntarily mimics her; inhaling deeply only to let it go akin to that of a sigh. he HATES this; the feeling of being utterly useless and powerless in the face of his friend’s distress. because, at the end of the day, despite all that’s happened between them, she was still his friend, and he WANTS to help her.
lips press into a flat line; his thoughts eating their way into existence between the ever-growing silence stretching out between them. taking him back to donovan, and the break of trust between himself and scott. ———–he’s sure it’s the reason behind his newfound estrangement from the pack. not that he’s brought himself to open that particular box or look to closely at it’s contents. because if he doesn’t work for a clarification, then it’s not true and he can live in this denial of his for a little while longer.
“i guess.” he starts after what felt like an eternity of nothingness. another breath pulling into his lungs at the admission. “except, some of us don’t exactly have the means to escape into a fluffy animal form and mash off in a mad dash in the middle of the night. gotta say, i’m only a little jealous on that front. but—-” and oh god, here comes the kettle to his pot. “—running from your problems isn’t going to help.”
