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07

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Not having the heart to leave, Malia and Scott got lunch from the hospital and sat with Stilinski, talking about the elephant in the room.

Melissa wanted to stay for the sake of Stilinski, having gotten closer to him over the past 7 years, but having been promoted to head nurse made her even busier than before. But alas Stilinski understood and said he, 'didn't want to keep her from doing her job.' Though Melissa was still hesitant, she agreed.

Scott had been stuck on multiple things regarding Stiles, but one thing that puzzled him the most was, why? Why did Stiles leave in the first place? All he and the pack tried to do was help him through everything. Help him realize he was not to blame in the situation. 

Then it dawned on him.

After Allison died, he was healing on his own, in his own way. He didn't like the pity he got from everyone excluding Stiles. He always felt so small under the gazes of pity always sent towards him. He hated when people would look at him with nothing but pity in their eyes, even from his mother. He didn't need people feeling bad for him, he had already felt bad enough.

And that's exactly what they had done to Stiles, even himself, the one who absolutely despised the look. That was the least Stiles needed at the time. The after-effects of the nogitsune still affected him, days and weeks later, and all they did was pity him.

Scott groaned aloud, not acknowledging the looks he got from Stilinski and his wife. This all could've been avoided, all of it. He would still have his brother by his side at all times. Instead of spending all of the last seven years searching for him, finding clues on his whereabouts.

Instead of sulking on the past, something he couldn't change.  Scott decided to fill the rest of the pack in on Stiles.

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Mitch cursed lowly under his breath as he pulled into the small cafe on the side of the road. Mitch had a small internal battle with himself before deciding on whether or not he should take his gun with him. Deciding against it, he roughly shoved it into his glove compartment with unneeded force, clearly frustrated with earlier.

Nothing went wrong per say, but he saw it, the pity in their eyes as he told them about Katrina. He couldn't stand being in the room with them any longer, because if he did he swears he would've punched one of them.

Swinging the glass door open he got on the short line for his coffee. Walking up to the counter he encountered a dark-skinned man with a hat and apron with the small shop's logo.

As the man looked up to Mitch, he froze where he stood looking shocked.

"You-you're Stiles... Right?" The shocked man stuttered.

Mitch's face was clearly unamused, having thought he escaped these familiar faces--well not as familiar to Mitch as he was to the man--Mitch spoke, face cold, "Black coffee, no sugar or ice." Mitch stated as he sent a wink over to 'Mason' his name tag read.

As Mitch grabs his coffee he notices a familiar strawberry blonde faced away from him conversing with a tall curly brunette-haired man. The guy he now recognizes as Isaac whispers to Lydia making her turn around with a look he only ever knew as determination. This couldn't be good. 

Mitch kept his features cold and distant as she approached, Isaac not far behind, his features close to Mitche's. Cold and void of any emotion.  Mitch had a feeling he was still hung up on Allison.

Mitch clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched them move towards him.

Mitch didn't fail to notice how Lydia's light curls bounced as she walked over to him, heels clicking in determination most likely to get answers from him, but now was hardly the time.