[Oh, he thinks, feeling all the breath go out of him at once. Oh. I don't mind that so much. He's punched in the gut with the feeling of familiarity, which he didn't ask for but for once doesn't mind so much. It doesn't feel like an invasion, it feels--right.]
[He shouldn't let himself feel so fond of someone he really doesn't know anything about. But in this moment, he'd fight a whole army of infected for Stiles.]
Ah, [he manages, after a helpless couple of seconds when he didn't have words.] He told on me, didn't he? [Chewing his lip, he goes back to running his nails carefully along Stiles's scalp. Fugo trusts him . . . And his breath catches again. It's easier to feel nothing; it's so much overwhelming than moments like this.]
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[Oh, he thinks, feeling all the breath go out of him at once. Oh. I don't mind that so much. He's punched in the gut with the feeling of familiarity, which he didn't ask for but for once doesn't mind so much. It doesn't feel like an invasion, it feels--right.]
[He shouldn't let himself feel so fond of someone he really doesn't know anything about. But in this moment, he'd fight a whole army of infected for Stiles.]
Ah, [he manages, after a helpless couple of seconds when he didn't have words.] He told on me, didn't he? [Chewing his lip, he goes back to running his nails carefully along Stiles's scalp. Fugo trusts him . . . And his breath catches again. It's easier to feel nothing; it's so much overwhelming than moments like this.]