"Not as hard to do these days," Peter pointed out, though he didn't step
out of the way, just held Stiles's gaze for a moment, almost searching,
before nodding a little. "And if I hurt her again...I won't even try to
stop you."
It was good Stiles cared, good Lydia had someone watching her back, even
from him, though god help anyone who really tried to take her. Conflicting
impulses--he wasn't sure what he'd really do in any one situation. It was
part of the wreckage, probably, this indecisiveness when it came to
emotion, self-preservation and the seeds of self-loathing buried deep
inside of him.
Stiles's hurt over Lydia's choices, though, he couldn't do anything about.
Even if he sent her away, he couldn't make her love the boy, and there
wasn't much that could be done to ease that blow.
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Date: 2013-07-28 07:47 pm (UTC)"Not as hard to do these days," Peter pointed out, though he didn't step out of the way, just held Stiles's gaze for a moment, almost searching, before nodding a little. "And if I hurt her again...I won't even try to stop you."
It was good Stiles cared, good Lydia had someone watching her back, even from him, though god help anyone who really tried to take her. Conflicting impulses--he wasn't sure what he'd really do in any one situation. It was part of the wreckage, probably, this indecisiveness when it came to emotion, self-preservation and the seeds of self-loathing buried deep inside of him.
Stiles's hurt over Lydia's choices, though, he couldn't do anything about. Even if he sent her away, he couldn't make her love the boy, and there wasn't much that could be done to ease that blow.
Dropping his hand, Peter stepped out of his way.