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" I'm not answering that stupid of a question . you know I don't answer stupid questions . "
he simply stated , shrugging his own shoulders with a roll of his eyes .
"oh, come on! it's a simple question." he stated, eyes moving onto the other. his eyes rolling with a sigh.
"fine. whatever." he mumbled, he wasn't actually upset or anything.
his head leaned back against the couch. "oh, come on! you're not gonna answer that?" focusing back on stiles. "fine."
digits tapping against the neck of the bottle. "would you pick scott over lydia?" he is, the drama.
he won't entertain * ( that ) question . why doesn't he ask another one .
moving to sit on the chair by the dining table , wasn't that far from Theo . They were a mere few steps away .
he didn't actually have a question prepared. "remember, no talking. just nod yes or no." he focused on stiles, humming.
"have you ever thought about hooking up with scott?"
he chuckled, amused. "alright." he took another sip from the bottle he had, head tilting.
"would you still answer if i asked you questions?" out of curiosity.
a single brow lifted, gaze flickering over towards stiles as he set the picture down. "wow, you're actually not gonna talk anymore?" he wasn't used to people listening.
"then don't talk, easy fix." he lifted a framed picture of scott and stiles. his mind wandering back to the three of them being kids for a brief moment.
"i didn't say exactly like that. i just said i know how it feels. trying to be a little relatable here, but never mind." his hands lifted, spinning on his heels to walk off towards the mantle filled with pictures.
a small pause , the pit in his stomach suddenly growing larger . his voice was softer now , just to control his level of sanity.
" respectfully , Theo ... no you don't. Not like this. "
"got it." he muttered quietly, gaze moving over the other for a moment. he couldn't quite picture stiles as an. . .enemy of sorts.
"for what it's worth, i know what it's like to be controlled by someone, or something."
softest hum , shaking his cranium . " don't worry , I don't actually choke myself out . he's not crazy . nor is he self destructive .
not intentionally anyway . "
"choking yourself?" he questioned, eyebrow lifting. he obviously wasn't around when stiles was void, but he's heard the stories, obviously. it's why he, once, wanted void in his pack.
"ah, makes sense."
" would've lied . said I did it myself. " gentle tap to his temple . " he still lurks in here from time to time ... the fox .
deep sigh . " My dad . I guess I always just liked how they look on me . Plus , you know . Cheap and affordable . "
" have it your way . " he moves the ice pack to cover the other side now .
finger tips undoing the first few buttons of his flannel , just so he could get more ice against the skin .
blue eyes flicker to meet his gaze. "i know. i’m not stupid, stiles." he muttered. "it should. people might think i haven't changed if they see it." a pause.
"even if it was a little warranted."
that caused his grin to return. "maybe." he muttered, marking people was one thing he liked to do. usually with hickeys, but this counted. in some way.
"how is that — you know what? i don't care enough to even finish that question." he muttered.
he took a step towards the other, eyes on the spot that wasn't covered by the frozen peas.
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" Not that you asked , but uh . Yea , I'm fine . Just got knocked out by my own metal baseball bat , but uh . other than some blood loss and a probable concussion. I'm totally fine.
right . should mention i also have no idea where I am . "
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