Spoilers for 3/10. All of them.

[runboyrun]

...

Well, that collectively kicked all of our asses. And I think it's not too much of a stretch to say, mine more than most.

...Not as much as Scott's, but...

[He rakes his fingers through his hair.]

I don't- I know I've said this before, but I can't. My Dad is still missing, and now Scott's Mom is too, and Scott is gone. He's with them. The bad guys. And I just-

...

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[kindabummedbeta]

Stiles ... [Issac made a face.] I don't want anyone making a big deal out of it. Especially Scott and his mom. They've already done more for me than ... well, anyone.

[runboyrun]

Small deal? Like, cake and cards? And dude, they do things for you because they care. You're like, honorary family.

[kindabummedbeta]

I guess. I don't know. I just don't want to - ah - you know. Make everyone feel obligated.

[runboyrun]

[Brohug.]

It's a friend thing. We don't feel obligated, we just feel like we wanna.

[kindabummedbeta]

...Then. Okay. [A small smile.] Thanks.

[runboyrun]

[Squeeze.]

Of course, you do realise he's gonna make all the sad faces because you didn't tell him sooner.

[kindabummedbeta]

Yeah ... yeah. [He sighed, before he shook his head a little.] He will, with the sad puppy eyes.

[runboyrun]

Exactly. And the only known cure is to let him do the birthday thing.

[kindabummedbeta]

Small. Small birthday thing. Cards and cake. [Pointing a finger at Stiles.]

[runboyrun]

[He grins, unrepentant.]

Ah-ah. I promised to plan small birthday things from here on out. If Scott finds out that you missed out on a couple... I can't stop him from taking matters into his own hands.

[kindabummedbeta]

[See these eyes narrowed. They are narrowed on you, Stiles.]

...No. Trouble.

[runboyrun]

[See this lack of caring? Stiles has faced down scarier than you, puppy.]

Like I say, I can't control Scott's actions. He is his own man.

[kindabummedbeta]

Aw man ... he's going to throw a party. I know he is. [He rubs his curls, sighing.]

[runboyrun]

Yep, probably. [His smile is utterly unrepentant.] And would that be such a bad thing?

[kindabummedbeta]

Yes. [Sigh.] No, I don't know. Birthdays weren't always so great at my house.

[runboyrun]

[He ruffles his hair.]

Well, this is the dawn of a new age. Now, the birthdays will have cake, the parties will be non-lethal, non-roofie affairs, and anyone who dies gets a punch in the face.

[kindabummedbeta]

[Issac swats at Stiles's hand. Brat.]

...how are you going to punch a dead guy in the face?

[runboyrun]

[He does it again. Because he is so a brat.]

A lot easier than punching someone who can dodge. Or, you know, catch my arm mid-swing and break all the bones in my hand.

[kindabummedbeta]

[He is so swatting you back.]

Yeah, we kind of have you on an advantage for that one.

[runboyrun]

[Swat.]

Yeah, sucks to be human.

[kindabummedbeta]

[Swat. swatswat.]

Sucks to be a werewolf. So there you go.

[runboyrun]

[Swatty McSwatswat.]

Why do I feel like our life is about to become an Avenue Q showtune?

[kindabummedbeta]

[Swatting with all the swats. And now a headlock.]

A what now?

[runboyrun]

[Graceful squirming!]

An Avenue Q showtune

[kindabummedbeta]

[Yeah, squirm away, ballet dancer Stiles.]

...Oh. Yeah.