[ A soft, warm look eases the lines of stress from his face at the news about Malia. While the decision to break up with her may have been spur-of-the-moment, Stiles still stands by it. Despite that, he cares deeply for her even now. Knowing she didn’t struggle through senior year again without the majority of the pack around helps to settle something in his chest. He didn’t like the idea that she would be left behind – abandoned – as the rest of them moved on.
Stiles isn’t quite sure how to answer Lydia's question, but is saved from having to do so when she comes into sight. Barely remembering to turn off the comm watch, he calls her name. Then he’s racing over, long legs eating up the distance in seconds before he sweeps Lydia up into his arms in a hug. ]
God, it really is you! [ he exclaims into her hair, spinning the young woman around in his genuine joy. ] L-look at you! Holy shit.
[ Lydia is carefully placed back on her feet, though he’s reluctant to release her – like he’s afraid she might disappear if he doesn’t keep her. ]
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Stiles isn’t quite sure how to answer Lydia's question, but is saved from having to do so when she comes into sight. Barely remembering to turn off the comm watch, he calls her name. Then he’s racing over, long legs eating up the distance in seconds before he sweeps Lydia up into his arms in a hug. ]
God, it really is you! [ he exclaims into her hair, spinning the young woman around in his genuine joy. ] L-look at you! Holy shit.
[ Lydia is carefully placed back on her feet, though he’s reluctant to release her – like he’s afraid she might disappear if he doesn’t keep her. ]
I can’t believe you’re actually here.