Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardeventide2014-01-12 03:13 pm
teenyoda) wrote in asgardeventide2014-01-12 03:13 pm
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Video - Day 386
[Stiles' face shows up on the screen and he's looking maybe just a little worse for wear. There's lines around his eyes and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well.]
So, the timing on this could be better. I'll be jumping on the wagon to Alfheim tomorrow morning and, um, I need a favor.
[He really should have locked this from his dad, but he hadn't really been on his game when he'd decided to make this.]
Could someone come in and check up on Scott while I'm gone? He went all grey and we can't find his bracelet. I've got him sort of... tied up to his bed, but I need someone to come by and make sure he eats and uh, you know, bathroom stuff.
[Anyone who knew him could see this wasn't an easy thing to ask. Someone was feeling especially guilty at the moment.]
I can't leave him like that, so if no one can do it, I'll just have to, ah, let him go. But with all this going on right now...
I'd just really appreciate a little help. I'll owe someone. Hugely.
[There's a pause, then Stiles looks directly into the screen instead of letting his eyes jump all around it.]
Please.
So, the timing on this could be better. I'll be jumping on the wagon to Alfheim tomorrow morning and, um, I need a favor.
[He really should have locked this from his dad, but he hadn't really been on his game when he'd decided to make this.]
Could someone come in and check up on Scott while I'm gone? He went all grey and we can't find his bracelet. I've got him sort of... tied up to his bed, but I need someone to come by and make sure he eats and uh, you know, bathroom stuff.
[Anyone who knew him could see this wasn't an easy thing to ask. Someone was feeling especially guilty at the moment.]
I can't leave him like that, so if no one can do it, I'll just have to, ah, let him go. But with all this going on right now...
I'd just really appreciate a little help. I'll owe someone. Hugely.
[There's a pause, then Stiles looks directly into the screen instead of letting his eyes jump all around it.]
Please.
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[Pointed stare.]
Whatever. I'm coming to see him before we leave.
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[Stares right back.]
Fine. I haven't tucked him in for the night yet. You can come pine over him for a bit.
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I'm not pining.
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Hale waddles over from where he'd been sitting on Scott's lap, looking at Isaac before burping out a small flame.]
Yeah, you are. The three of you need to stop treating each other like you're all going to break and try to remember at some point that you were all friends.
[He looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, still not completely impressed with mister house walker inner.]
And I pined for over ten years. I know what pining looks like. That's pining.
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[It comes out a little defensive, and Isaac cringes inwardly at how that sounds, before huffing out a deep breath and shaking his head. Stiles isn't the problem here anyway- Isaac makes to walk over toward Scott's body, chewing at his lower lip like he's afraid to come too close.]
Whatever. Is he okay?
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Yeah, for the most part. I mean, uh, his wrist was a little dinged up from the handcuffs before, but it's fixed up now and we switched to these so he's more comfortable and it's got some padding.
[He pointed to where one leather cuff with padding dangled from the bed post, Scott's left wrist bandaged up but free for now.]
We lock him up when we go to sleep and when we're out, since we don't want him wandering away again. And yes, we're still looking for his stupid bracelet.
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[He moves toward Scott then, all earlier hesitance forgotten as Isaac reaches for his free hand, lifting his arm and looking at the bandage, his brows furrowing at the sight of it. His fingers trace over the edges only once, before he drops the other boys arm and spins toward Stiles.]
You hurt him? How tight were those cuffs?
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I didn't hurt him. He did it while we were out for the day. I came home and he was still pulling on the cuffs and had banged up his wrist. That's why we switched the cuffs.
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[Isaac takes a step forward, his eyes narrowed as the shadows in the room are rocked by a slight tremor. You might wanna start being impressed.]
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[Don't even, Isaac. Hale squawks and jumps back to climb up on Stiles' arm, making noises at Isaac over his shoulder. Stiles stands and just glares at Isaac across the bed.]
He was gone for two days and you're only now assed enough to give a crap about him? You don't get to tell me how to look after my best friend when you only care about him when it's convenient.
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[Isaac eyerolls a little, before taking another halfstep closer.]
I've been looking for him, dumbass. He didn't show up to work yesterday and I took the rest of the day off to search the city, only to find out that you're holing him up here and letting him tear his wrists up. [A pause, and his lip curls a little at the thought.] You know there's important arteries and stuff there? He could have been seriously hurt.
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Do you really think I would have left him like that if I'd thought he was going to hurt himself?
[Hale squawked and flapped his wings, hissing at Isaac.]
I've cared about this guy for most of my life. You've known him for less than a year. Don't lecture me on how to give a shit.
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Maybe you should have thought it through.
[And then another deep breath- this would be a great time to come out of that coma, Scott- before Isaac just shakes his head and turns back to look at the sleeping boy again, forcing some of the tension out of his shoulders.]
...whatever. Just- forget it. [Letting go of a fight is really hard for him okay, don't push it.] How recently were his bandages changed?
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Recently. I put him in his pjs and changed it. He's eaten and gone to the bathroom and all that fun stuff.
[He looked at Isaac looking at Scott and he felt a little bad. Just a little, mind you. He knew how much it sucked to like someone in that way and have it be... difficult. He'd remembered staring at Lydia in her hospital bed and how sick he'd felt from that.
He sighed and scrubbed at his hair.]
Look, you, uh, you want some alone time with him? I need to lock him up before bed, but... you can talk to him if you want.
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[Isaac doesn't look back at Scott when he speaks, just sits at the edge of the bed and reaches for the bandaged wrist again, his thumb idly tracing over the edges of the wrappings- concerned, trying to make sure that they're not too tight or anything.]
...he can't hear me. It's probably best if I just left.
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[Dammit, he doesn't want to see Isaac actually give a shit, because it makes him harder to hate. Especially when he's giving a shit about his bro.]
Maybe he does. We don't know, Isaac. But you can stay if you want for a bit. Maybe he's not the only one who'd like the company.
[Stiles: Matchmaker to the people who fought it the most.]
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Stiles, I don't think we've ever been in the same room for more than five minutes without resorting to threats.
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[He looked over at what used to be his best friend.]
Scott needs for that not to happen now. So I can at least pretend to be almost grown up and let it go for now.
Doesn't mean I won't burn all your hair off later when he's back.
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You gonna give me a few minutes or what?
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Just let me know when you leave, okay?
[He gave Scott a last look, then turned to go, Hale still chittering at Isaac as they left the room, Stiles shutting the door behind him.]
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[And Isaac moves to sit next to Scott, who is shifting around a little but doesn't seem to really even notice the tension in the room that dissolves when Stiles leaves. So after a moment of awkward sitting, Isaac glances over to him, brows furrowed, not really entirely sure of what to do here. It reminds him of sitting next to someone's hospital bed.
He joked earlier about reading a story, but now he sort of wishes that he had one on hand. Aren't there studies out there that show that coma patients wake up faster if you read to them? Maybe? He doesn't know.
So the time ticks by awkwardly, and Isaac shuffles a little to himself, not really knowing what to say or what to do, because Scott is just lying there- but colorless, soulless, like it's not him and he's somehow trapped inside. Isaac's eyes lower a little at the thought and he moves to stand before letting out a deep breath. This is stupid. All of this is just dumb.
Still, he sneaks a glance toward the door to make sure that it's shut before leaning forward, pressing his hands against the edge of the bed for balance as he quickly kisses Scott's forehead and pulls away.]
You'd better come back soon.
[He really wasn't supposed to care this much.
With a sigh, Isaac wraps his jacket tighter around himself and opens the door, moving to leave.]
I'm going!
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[Maybe. Who knows what the hell would happen once they left for Alfheim? But he got up and went back to go to Scott's room, not liking leaving him alone when he wasn't locked up.
There was something so wrong with that.]