shadowedstilinski:
“It’s not that I care about keeping up appearances,” Stiles said, “It’s that I’d rather people didn’t look at me like I was about to stab them. Or something.” He shrugged. “But yeah, aside from that, I don’t really care.”
“Were is the correct term,” Stiles laughed humourlessly. “I mean, I guess? I’m fine, I mean, what did I expect? Actually, scratch that, I expected a worse welcmoe than the one I got, so, really, I’m - alright.” Stiles shrugged, then sighed. “I guess some stuff happened while I was gone that I’d rather forget, but like, we’re - I’m all good. Really.” Stiles insisted - truthfully, lying through his teeth.
“If it helps, I don’t worry that you are going to stab me. I mean, sometimes I question whether you aren’t just waiting for Lydia to show up but not physical violence. I have seen you on the lacrosse field.”
“You’re good and I am the Queen of England, but that is cool, I always did like jewellery.”











