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[ scott smiles; it's been a while since they've had pizza rolls together. ]

okay. I'll see you soon.

[ as stiles instructed, scott lets himself through the front door of the stilinski residence, hungry from the smell of pizza rolls in the oven. he's almost nervous about seeing stiles again in person after their last conversation in the rain, but that tight feeling inside his chest? that's longing from missing his best friend. it might hurt to look at stiles after all that's happened, but he doesn't realize how much he needs to see him until he's in his home surrounded by his smell. ]

[ scott isn't the only nervous one: between concern over his dad and the state of his relationship with his best friend, he's about to pace a hole into the floor by the time scott actually arrives. he drags his fingers nervously through his hair, looking out into the living room. ]

Hey. You made it.

[ there's just so much guilty relief in those two statements. ]

[ yeah, scott can smell the guilt on him. ]

Well, you did mention pizza rolls...

[ please invite scott to sit, stiles. it's awkward for him to just... stand there. ]

[ stiles will just kind of. gesture vaguely at the couch, as if telling him to take a load off if he so desires. he drops a little awkwardly onto his dad's recliner himself. ]

Yeah, well... that's what they say, right? Pizza rolls are the fastest way to a werewolf's heart?

[ scott doesn't blame him for sitting in his dad's chair but it also means cuddles are less likely to happen now, boo :( ]

That's what it says in Cosmo. [ scott snorts as he lays down on the couch, but he rests his head against the arm that's next to stiles sat in the recliner so they're at least a little bit close. picking up the tv remote, he flicks between channels before settling on Spongebob. ]

Hey, it's the handsome Squidward episode... Remember when you laughed so hard at this you peed your pants?

I thought we agreed not to talk about that. Like, ever. That it never even happened.

[ he glances down when scott settles onto the couch, head near him. he hesitates for a moment, before very carefully resting his hand atop his best friend's head. cautiously, he strokes his fingers through his hair, as if he's trying not to draw attention to what he's doing. ]

In fact, I'm pretty sure you're the one who peed your pants.

[ Now this is the way to a werewolf's heart, or at least this particular one - by stroking his hair. Scott doesn't say anything about it because he knows if he does, Stiles will just stop out of embarrassment. Scott only wishes he could somehow touch Stiles in return, but he does lean into Stiles' hand as though to say, yeah, keep doing that. ]

Okay, we both did.

[ It was definitely only Stiles as far as Scott remembers, but he wants Stiles to feel better. ]

But you peed more than me, for sure.

[ stiles shoots him a sideways glance, a little surprised, before something in his shoulders relaxes. he definitely knows it was just him, but he wasn't expecting scott to yield to that so easily. it almost feels like he can breathe a little easier - he'd been expecting tension, a fight, but then he'd gotten this. ]

I guess --

[ but the timer for the oven going off interrupts him. reluctantly, he pulls his hand from scott's head. he wanders to the kitchen, drops the pizza rolls onto a plate to cool, stops by his dad's room twice to make extra sure that he's sleeping peacefully, and when he returns to the living room with the plate in hand, he settles down on the couch by scott's feet. he smacks at them a little, as if telling him to sit up. ]

Hope you're still hungry. I made like, the entire bag.

[ he's hardly going to turn down his head being petted like a puppy, this is scott.

he's so calm from stiles stroking him that he actually manages to jump when the timer goes off. he's tempted to tell stiles to get back in his chair now he's comfortably taken over the entire couch, but since stiles asked so nicely to move by smacking his feet, scott swings them onto the carpet to sit up. knowing stiles as well as he does, the only way to get him to share his food is by sharing the couch with him. ]

You can never have too many pizza rolls.

I dunno. I used to think that about Bagel Bites, too, and then I made myself sick when I ate like, thirty...

[ stiles takes a breath, trying to force his heartbeat back down - he'd worked himself up into nerves again when he was taking the food from the oven. he leans back onto the couch, grabbing hastily at one of the pizza rolls - not even thinking about the fact that they'd barely had a minute to cool yet - and squeezes it a little too hard. it sprays filling across his hand and he yelps, trying to fling it off. ]

Christ, they're filled with molten lava!

Oh, I remember that...

[ Scott sighs when Stiles forgets about the cooling period. He doesn't think about taking Stiles' pain away, it just happens when Scott touches Stiles' hand like it's second nature to him. ]

Be more careful, doofus.

Hey, don't -

[ but it's too late, even by the time that stiles thinks to yank his hand away from scott. the pain's gone, and he flexes his fingers with an embarrassed glance at his best friend. ]

Don't do that. Gotta... learn from my mistakes, right?

[ Learn from his mistakes... Scott wonders if he means he'll learn from killing Donovan.

He awkwardly runs a hand through his hair. ]

I can't help it, it just... happens when I touch you.

[ Like's he's in a constant state of wanting to make Stiles feel better. ]

Then... maybe we shouldn't touch each other. You gotta look out for yourself, too, Scott. You can't just... fix other people all the time. There's not gonna be anything left of you.

[ though literally all he wants to do right now is lean into scott's side, is hide his face in his shoulder and ask him to please forgive him.

he nudges the plate over to him. ]

Hey. Eat?

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[ Scott doesn't know how to respond to his best friend telling him to not touch him...

Oh wait, yes he does - by looking like the most kicked puppy ever. ]

Maybe I don't care what's left of me. [ He murmurs quietly. It's safe to say he's been feeling pretty low - he feels like the worst alpha because of Liam's complete lack of faith in him, then there's the fact that Stiles hid such a huge secret from him, and maybe he wouldn't have ever found out if it hadn't been for Theo.

Wordlessly, he takes a pizza roll, but he seems to have lost his appetite, turning it between his fingers rather than eating it. ]

Scott...

[ it weighs a little more heavily on stiles when he sees just how much that remark affects him, and he swallows a mouthful of guilt. he hesitates, briefly shutting his eyes, before reaching over to slide his hand over scott's free one, gently squeezing the other boy's fingers with his own.

there's uncertainty in the touch, like part of him is still afraid that scott is going to recoil in horror or disgust. ]

Even if you stop caring, no one else you've ever met will. You leave an impression.

...Thanks. [ That was sweet. He looks down at their hands, then back up at Stiles' face, one corner of his mouth turning upwards. ]

Thought you said no touching. [ That lasted - what, five seconds? ]

Yeah, and then you looked like I told you that every puppy in the world had just died.

[ he sighs, removing his hand, before he shifts on the couch to sort of just lean his entire back against scott's side. ]

We just missed the entire Handsome Squidward episode.

Did not. [ Yes he did. ]

It's probably for the best or you would've peed yourself again... Dude, just put your head on my lap if you're gonna lean on me. [ It'd be more comfortable than Stiles leaning his weight on him like that. ]

[ stiles just shoots scott a briefly confused look, like he's waiting for scott to realize what he just said, to remember that things are supposed to be terrible between them right now... before he just gives a tired sort of sigh and shrugs, slumping down and dropping his head onto scott's lap. he stares up at him, expression blank but gently curious, before he does the sort something driven entirely by stress and impulse -- he turns his face to the side and blows a raspberry directly onto his best friend's stomach through his shirt. ]

[ No one can know this isn't the first time Stiles has done this.

Scott tries to keep a straight, refusing to laugh because laughing would mean admitting what Stiles just did was funny. He'd like to think he's too old to react with amusement at having a raspberry blown against him...

Then again, they are watching cartoons right now, so it comes as no surprise when Scott lets out an involuntary giggle, then grabs a cushion, holding it over Stiles' face as though to smother him. His hold is gentle, though. ]

[ stiles is going to operate on sheer reflex when he retaliates: he twists slightly, trying to escape from beneath the pillow, and pulling his hands up to dig into scott's sides in a desperate attempt to tickle the shit out of him.

it really feels like they're kids again, for a moment. he likes it. ]

[ Wow, no, who said tickling was allowed? ]

Dude-- [ He bats Stiles' hands away. ] Quit it or you're gonna end up on the floor. [ Not by accidentally falling - but shoved by Scott. ]

You were the one smothering me! Tickling is totally an admissible defense. Don't even pretend it's not, Scott McCall.

[ he's a little out of breath for some reason, but at least he's not trying to escape Scott's lap. ]

You started it by blowing a raspberry at me. Who even does that?

[ Strange boys named Stiles Stilinski, that's who. ]

I have the weirdest taste in best friends... [ He's teasing you, Stiles. ]

[ stiles glances up at him, then, before rolling so that the back of his head is pillowed in scott's lap. he's growing a little more serious as he contemplates him in silence, and then- ]

So I'm still your best friend?

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i always boomerang you and i feel awful IM SORRY pls know you can always take your time

I'm too easily distracted to be a boomeranger I'm sorry please forgive me

no im the one apologizing shush!!!

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