Silence. A deafening silence hovered over the trio as they sat in Scott's car. Each of their backs flushed against the leather seats, as their faces illuminated with the yellow, red and blue lights from the police cars and ambulances. Whilst taking his Jeep for a service, as Erica had brutally destroyed his engine the day before, he was involved in yet another police investigation. "You okay?" Lia asked, leaning forward and placing one hand on his shoulder and the other in the crook of his elbow — rubbing her thumb in small circles. After all, he had just witnessed a death, it was bound to leave some damage.
"Yeah. You were right, Scott. It's not like you." Stiles admitted, his eyes trained on his hands that hadn't felt right since he touched the door handle in the building. A thick, clear substance coated the handle, which caused Stiles to lose all mobility and become paralytic. "I mean, it's eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them. You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know them but you just can't figure out who it is?" Stiles enquired, looking back at Aurelia and then to Scott, his eyes continually flicking between the two as he spoke.
"Are you saying you know who it is?"
"No, but I think it knew me." Stiles sighed, looking back at Lia who had asked the question. Leaning forwards, she placed a kiss on his shoulder before fastening her seatbelt as Scott started the ignition.
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"I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you." Stiles sighed, sat on the step next to Scott as Aurelia sat giggling behind them. Her back pressed against the brick wall, she listened to Stiles repeat back what Allison had said to Scott through him as they couldn't speak face to face. Doodling on the back of Stiles' hand, she drew the same thing over and over and over again. The triangle that was once etched upon the skin on her arm, faded from a scar to an inked shape. Stiles never thought much of the way she would draw on his hand, it was an anxiety thing. Whenever she felt slightly more self-conscious, nervous or anxious, she would reach for his hand and begin drawing. Not that he minded, he liked going about the day and analysing the designs traced onto the back of his hand. "I love you more than — oh, my God. I can't! You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate." He yelled, trying to keep his right hand still for Lia.
"Come on, you two are the only ones that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?" Scott asked, tapping his arm. As Scott hit his arm, Aurelia looked up and scowled at the mess he made. Throwing his arms up in surrender, Scott raised his eyebrows and turned to face the rest of the hallway. Nobody seemed to care that the three best friends were blocking off the stairs and nobody seemed to bother to tell them to move. So there they sat. Obstructing everyone's path, without a care in the world.
