"He's right." Lydia glanced at Peter before looking back at Stiles. "I want to be here, with him."
Stiles groaned again, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to think of how to say what he was feeling or thinking but there was too much. So much so that his chest felt tight, causing his breath to come in and out a little faster. Then he jumped as he felt Lydia's hand on his arm, pushing him towards a chair.
"Sit down." Her voice was firm as she pushed him to sit and then she was rubbing his back. "You're going to give yourself a panic attack."
Stiles jumped away from her though, as if her touch burned him. Or maybe it was knowing that she touched Peter with those very hands. Probably in naughty ways he would have enjoyed if it was him but not with Peter. "I just don't get it. Are you telling me you're in love with him?!"
Lydia opened her mouth and then closed it before replying. "We're figuring things out."
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Date: 2013-07-27 04:26 pm (UTC)Stiles groaned again, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to think of how to say what he was feeling or thinking but there was too much. So much so that his chest felt tight, causing his breath to come in and out a little faster. Then he jumped as he felt Lydia's hand on his arm, pushing him towards a chair.
"Sit down." Her voice was firm as she pushed him to sit and then she was rubbing his back. "You're going to give yourself a panic attack."
Stiles jumped away from her though, as if her touch burned him. Or maybe it was knowing that she touched Peter with those very hands. Probably in naughty ways he would have enjoyed if it was him but not with Peter. "I just don't get it. Are you telling me you're in love with him?!"
Lydia opened her mouth and then closed it before replying. "We're figuring things out."