[ Spending time with Derek present day or not, had helped to calm the nightmares and the visions in Stiles' head, at least to a smaller scale. The snatches of lucidity are starting to grow longer and longer, enough that he can kind of quietly assimilate what to do with the opportunity that was presented to them; it's obvious ending up here was some kind of a sign, some way to make things better in the future. Stiles doesn't know--he's taken a couple of things, hidden them in small, secret places, but as he forces himself away from Derek, he's mostly wandering around the mansion in a daze.
That's when Angel calls his name, and he startles a little, snapped out of whatever thought had carried him off, and stares at him for a minute. Angel is a familiar face, someone he can probably call a friend, even in the future, but he sounds purposeful in his tone, and a part of him wants to run. He's been avoiding telling anyone from the past what happened, at least not how--it was your fault-- but he holds his ground, long fingers clutching in the sleeves of a too long sweatshirt. ]
I...yeah, sure. [ His stomach drops in the bottom of his toes and he offers a slightly baleful look, fidgeting from where he's standing. ] What is it?
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That's when Angel calls his name, and he startles a little, snapped out of whatever thought had carried him off, and stares at him for a minute. Angel is a familiar face, someone he can probably call a friend, even in the future, but he sounds purposeful in his tone, and a part of him wants to run. He's been avoiding telling anyone from the past what happened, at least not how--it was your fault-- but he holds his ground, long fingers clutching in the sleeves of a too long sweatshirt. ]
I...yeah, sure. [ His stomach drops in the bottom of his toes and he offers a slightly baleful look, fidgeting from where he's standing. ] What is it?