[ Her humour is lost on him, because how is any of this funny, at all?
He follows her with his eyes as she steps inside... Does he close the door? If he leaves it open it's an easy escape route if she decides to stab him or something... Commence teeth gritting because why did he let her in? Allison may not be trying to let it be awkward, but he certainly feels awkward. Even more awkward that now, in the normal non-whatever-the-fuck-that-was universe he's pretty sure Scott and Allison are together or something.
He closes the door and regrets the decision immediately as his hands fall to his sides, clenching into fists before relaxing, rinse and repeat. She's covered in blood, and it's all he can really smell, the nice relaxing scents of Scott and Stiles gone. Now filled with blood and something he's assuming is anxiety... ]
Y-Yeah, one sec'.
[ The taller teenager doesn't have to root through too much stuff before he's got a first aid kit. Stiles is human after all... Not like he or Scott need it. He doesn't know if she needs both, so he snags a fresh towel, what he's pretty sure is a clean shirt and the first aid.
He steps past her to nudge the orange ball of fluff off his bed with his foot and then kick his roll out bed back under Scott's. Does he take her pain? Is he allowed to take Scott's girlfriend's pain? Humans don't heal like werewolves, jesus, what if she dies or something? ] Allison? That's definitely not nothing. [ There's something sharper in his tone when he speaks again. ] Who did it?
[ The shirt he grabbed gets tossed on Scott's bed for her to sit on and not get her blood all over, then he nods to Scott's bed, as if asking her to sit down. Then as an afterthought he offers her the towel. They should get Scott, he feels like Scott should be here. This is a thing Scott should know about. ]
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He follows her with his eyes as she steps inside... Does he close the door? If he leaves it open it's an easy escape route if she decides to stab him or something... Commence teeth gritting because why did he let her in? Allison may not be trying to let it be awkward, but he certainly feels awkward. Even more awkward that now, in the normal non-whatever-the-fuck-that-was universe he's pretty sure Scott and Allison are together or something.
He closes the door and regrets the decision immediately as his hands fall to his sides, clenching into fists before relaxing, rinse and repeat. She's covered in blood, and it's all he can really smell, the nice relaxing scents of Scott and Stiles gone. Now filled with blood and something he's assuming is anxiety... ]
Y-Yeah, one sec'.
[ The taller teenager doesn't have to root through too much stuff before he's got a first aid kit. Stiles is human after all... Not like he or Scott need it. He doesn't know if she needs both, so he snags a fresh towel, what he's pretty sure is a clean shirt and the first aid.
He steps past her to nudge the orange ball of fluff off his bed with his foot and then kick his roll out bed back under Scott's. Does he take her pain? Is he allowed to take Scott's girlfriend's pain? Humans don't heal like werewolves, jesus, what if she dies or something? ] Allison? That's definitely not nothing. [ There's something sharper in his tone when he speaks again. ] Who did it?
[ The shirt he grabbed gets tossed on Scott's bed for her to sit on and not get her blood all over, then he nods to Scott's bed, as if asking her to sit down. Then as an afterthought he offers her the towel. They should get Scott, he feels like Scott should be here. This is a thing Scott should know about. ]