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Okay, if you start freaking out then I'm gonna start freaking out.

And better late than never, right?

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Breathe, Stiles.

Easier said than done.

[That's what mouth to mouth is for, right?]

[Yes, but honestly she's concerned for your heart too.]

I know, but .... just try.

[Yeah, that's gonna give out if anything happens to his dad.]

Okay. Okay. Breathing.

See? It's easy. In with the actually needed oxygen and out with the carbon dioxide.

I should probably start keeping a stash of paper bags in the Jeep.

Good. Good. Plan ahead. It's a good idea.

Right. Except that I should be able to handle this crap without freaking the hell out by now.

You don't have any context. Remember the first teasers? Remember how everyone tried to analyze them?

It's always about context, Stiles. Just... don't worry about it right now. I know it's hard, but there are other things to focus on. Other things to keep you occupied until that context is there.

I'm impressed. Sure, it looks like you're that close to completely breaking down but you still get to kiss Lydia Martin.

Great epitaph for my tombstone. 'Here lies Stiles, killed by a panic attack and kissed by Lydia Martin.'

You're probably not going to die.

[ Sorry, that's all he can muster. He has no idea. ]

I'm more concerned about whatever's happening with me and Allison.

[ And how that'll affect Scott. ]

'Probably' isn't all that comforting, but thanks.

Kind of more concerned about the people around me.

[Guess it wouldn't be a proper MTV show without a little romance to go with all the death and despair.]

You should talk that one out with Scott, dude.

Freaking out?

Freaking out.

Big time freaking out with the panic and the freaking out.

Two of us freaking out is definitely not gonna help things. It'll do the opposite of helping things.

Hnnngh. What is our life even? I mean seriously.

If anything's happened to dad I'm never gonna be okay again.

It's crap. Our life is a whole mess of supernatural crap, like a big supernatural bird is just--taking a crap on us.

I don't even want to talk about it.

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