[He gets all of her messages, and he isn't sure how to respond to any of them. It's a boatload of different issues that he's not ready to face himself -- like the fact that his dad is back home, hurt, and in the hospital from a gunshot wound. Like the fact that Erica's here, but he's only seen her once so far because he doesn't want to crowd her.
He doesn't know what to tell Allison about how to deal with Erica, but he feels like if there's anyone from their group from Beacon Hills who might have a shot at mediating between the two girls, it's him. Erica isn't really a fan of Scott's or Lydia's, and Isaac is too close to both girls. Stiles is just...on the edge of things. He chews his thumbnail and rises to his feet, tucking his communicator into his jeans pocket and heading out the door, locking it behind him. He doesn't have to ask where she is. The trees signal that she's in the CES.
He's there within a few minutes, and he finds her yanking arrows out of one of the trees there, eyes red-rimmed. He draws in a breath and stuffs his hands in his pockets, approaching cautiously.]
Spam
He doesn't know what to tell Allison about how to deal with Erica, but he feels like if there's anyone from their group from Beacon Hills who might have a shot at mediating between the two girls, it's him. Erica isn't really a fan of Scott's or Lydia's, and Isaac is too close to both girls. Stiles is just...on the edge of things. He chews his thumbnail and rises to his feet, tucking his communicator into his jeans pocket and heading out the door, locking it behind him. He doesn't have to ask where she is. The trees signal that she's in the CES.
He's there within a few minutes, and he finds her yanking arrows out of one of the trees there, eyes red-rimmed. He draws in a breath and stuffs his hands in his pockets, approaching cautiously.]
Hey.