spoilers for 3x06

[exercise]

 Hey - don't be so upset. It's not like I'd ever really do something like that.

[ ... ]

Sure, if I died it would probably clear up some issues for some people. But all I have to do is think of their faces - my mom, or Stiles, or Allison, or Lydia, and I remember why I'm here. Can't protect them if I'm gone, right?

Now that I have Stiles' actual reaction imprinted in my head, I don't think I can deal with seeing it again. Or anyone else's for that matter.

So cheer up. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon.

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[skybluejeep]

Yeah, okay, you know what?

Even though my mun has to wait until tomorrow morning to watch everything, I have to speak up and say no shit, Sherlock! Did you really...I mean honestly...could you...

Look at me. Look at me right now, okay? You just shut your wolfy snout about that and buy me an ice cream.

[exercise]

Ice cream. You got it.

[ he just manages a smile - what else is he supposed to do? or say? ]

And - it probably goes without saying, but thanks, man. I owe you one.

[skybluejeep]

Actually, at last count, you owe me at least twenty-three. With varying degrees of expense. First born child, arm and leg, various expensive video games. I'm keeping track.

[He smiles back too. Damn it Scott stop scaring him like...every week.]

[exercise]

All right, well - make it twenty-two because I'm buying you ice cream.

... And this probably goes without saying too, but my mun is making me. You're my brother, Stiles. An arm and a leg is nothing to what I'd do for you.

[ AWWW SENTIMENTAL CRAP. ]

[skybluejeep]

Ice cream is necessary to cope. It's a good start, though.

[ AH JEEZ SENTIMENTAL CRAP so many feels ;_; ]

I know, dude. Come on, after all we've been through? I can't picture my life without you in it. So you better get your grades up, we have to go to college together.

[exercise]

Twenty-two and a half, then. It's kind of ridiculous you're keeping track, though.

Hey - I'm working on it! I'm definitely going to graduate on time, no questions asked. [ here's another grin, less soft, more goofy. ] Then it's dorm life for you and me.

[freaking]

[Let's not do that again, okay? In fact, let's do the opposite of that.]

You'd have a hell of a lot of people who'd miss you, dude.

[exercise]

You're enough reason to give me something to live for.

[ It's not a lie. Best friend, thanks so much. ]

No homo.

[freaking]

[Don't make Stiles cry again, dude. His mascara will run.]

Not even a little homo?

[exercise]

[ He knew those eyelashes were were too long to be real. ]

Okay - a little homo. Just a bit, though.

[freaking]

[Stiles bought some falsies for Lydia's birthday last year and just never returned them to Sally's.]

I wouldn't be opposed to making out a little. [He's 97% kidding. Just so we're clear.]

[exercise]

[ Real bros would share. Real bros would share. ]

The near death experience didn't suddenly give me an urge to jump your bones. I'm so sorry. [ That's because the urge was always there oh, master of joke, Scott. ] You are a little bit more attractive to me, though. Have fun with that.

[freaking]

[Isaac can paint their nails while they glue lashes onto each other the next time Stiles comes over.]

Seriously? That's like, the epitome of epic romance right there. The lovers suicide thing.

[There's a bit more sobriety in the way Stiles worries at his lower lip, gaze lowering for a second before he meets Scott's again.] Kinda glad we didn't seal the deal that way, though. [Really glad.]

[exercise]

[ You really want to invite Isaac? It's going to be the best girl time ever. ]

[ Scott offers an understanding nod - trying with what he can of a reassuring smile. Before slapping Stiles' shoulder. ]

Nah, when we go out it's going to be way bigger. Not because of some dumbass, heebie jeebie motel. [ That's about the closest to sentimentality unless you want to have a crying puppy on your hands. ]

[freaking]

[Not especially, but if he's already there Stiles won't kick him out. Maybe.]

Y'know, once upon a time I had these grand delusions of maybe living to age seventy. [Do they really have to go out guns blazing, Scott?] Like, you and I sitting on the front porch of a nursing home shaking our canes at cute nurses.

[exercise]

[ Late nights talking about cute boys just got so much better. ]

Cute nurses don't sound so bad. [ As long as Allison is his nurse, that is. ] I think I could manage seventy. Would be a pathetic excuse for a werewolf, of course, but nurses are tempting.

[freaking]

If you go bald later in life do you think your werewolf hair will try to overcompensate?

[Just thinking about 'later in life' is good right now, honestly. Since for a couple of minutes, Scott didn't even want to see a future for himself.]

[exercise]

Here's hoping. Then I can finally be the good looking one between us two.

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[freaking]

[Aww, Scotty, you're gonna make him blush.]

Are you trying to flatter me so we can really make out?

[exercise]

Do you want to make out with me? You're bringing it up a lot, dude.

[ He can't blame you though, everyone kind of wants to make out with him (including Lydia, oh burn). ]

[freaking]

[Whoa hey, Lydia's a low blow. Minus ten points from Wolffyndor.]

I think it's just the shock talking. You should get me a blanket.

[exercise]

[ It was in parenthesis it totally didn't count. ]

... I don't think you're in shock. [ Not in on the Joke, an autobiography written by Scott McCall. ] I think you'd be, uh, more shocked.

[freaking]

Hey, I do a great shocked face. [It's something like his icon, with slightly less condom-hunting involved. See?]

[exercise]

I see that. [ :') ] Do you have to give people in shock mouth-to-mouth? Because then we could make out with the lowest amount of gayness involved.

[freaking]

Do you even know how to do CPR? [Not really the point, Stiles.] Pretty sure someone in shock would just freak out more if you came at them all puckered up and ready to go.