[A laugh drags itself out of his throat. He can't help it. Scott looks down at himself, turning his arms for a better look but managing not to quite let her go. What if he does, and - he wakes up? He shakes his head sharply, and a small cloud of dust and dirt descends from his hair. It's both for effect and just to make sure he isn't asleep.]
Yeah, we just got back from port. Like, last night.
[He tries to hide his smile, biting his lip, and finally lets go of her arms as he points to her shirt. It's real. She's here. He isn't going to wake up.] You kind of are now, too.
[For all that he's grateful for the distraction, he can't quiet the hum in the back of his thoughts. Does she know? Did she have to wipe blood from her mouth before she did her post? Did she needs to find different clothes, a shirt without a hole in it? He's scared of the answers either way, because while he doesn't want her to know - he doesn't ever want her to feel that - he saw how something ate at Stiles, when a year and too much knowledge separated them. Scott's afraid of what Allison will see in all their faces.]
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Yeah, we just got back from port. Like, last night.
[He tries to hide his smile, biting his lip, and finally lets go of her arms as he points to her shirt. It's real. She's here. He isn't going to wake up.] You kind of are now, too.
[For all that he's grateful for the distraction, he can't quiet the hum in the back of his thoughts. Does she know? Did she have to wipe blood from her mouth before she did her post? Did she needs to find different clothes, a shirt without a hole in it? He's scared of the answers either way, because while he doesn't want her to know - he doesn't ever want her to feel that - he saw how something ate at Stiles, when a year and too much knowledge separated them. Scott's afraid of what Allison will see in all their faces.]