... fine, [ he breathes, quiet, resigned. it's clear Fugo won't stop insisting, and Stiles — his head still spins, spins. his arm is agony. it's easier to go along... the quicker this is done, the quicker he can go.
instead of agreeing to the full sentence, though, he nods, closes his eyes briefly. ] Yeah. There is. [ projecting or not... he's correct. ]
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instead of agreeing to the full sentence, though, he nods, closes his eyes briefly. ] Yeah. There is. [ projecting or not... he's correct. ]