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I know boys don’t get these talks so let me clarify:

If you are not feeling great don’t let a stranger take you outside. In fact, I know the allure of getting away from crowds when you’re sick is strong but stay where the people are.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

Lydia’s nose scrunched up as she almost touched an old machine that was so far gone she couldn’t tell what it was.

“Well…that’s comforting,” Stiles mused. As the approached the mine, the first thing Stiles noted was that the old generator had been fixed. The aged light bulbs burned dimly down the passage, a sure sign they were on the right track. Stiles suddenly wished he’d brought his bat.

Lydias eyes took in their environment, growing closer and closer to Stiles’ side with every step. Once his hand took hers, she intertwined their fingers unconsciously.

Lydia huffed, stopping when the reaches about halfway in the mine. She looked at the multiple ways they could go. “That’s helpful.” She mumbled.

Stiles squeezed her hand reassuringly and nodded. After a quick look around, he chose a side tunnel and led the way down it. The lights flickered. About midway down he picked up.a torn piece of red cloth. “It’s from Scott’s shirt,” he said, eyes flicking over the ground, well adept at viewing crime seasons. “There were other people here… a lot of them.”

Lydia followed behind him, and when she saw the piece of fabric, all the air left her lungs. “This isn’t good. We need to call Malia and Liam...and...”

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

Lydia’s nose scrunched up as she almost touched an old machine that was so far gone she couldn’t tell what it was.

“Well…that’s comforting,” Stiles mused. As the approached the mine, the first thing Stiles noted was that the old generator had been fixed. The aged light bulbs burned dimly down the passage, a sure sign they were on the right track. Stiles suddenly wished he’d brought his bat.

Lydias eyes took in their environment, growing closer and closer to Stiles’ side with every step. Once his hand took hers, she intertwined their fingers unconsciously.

Lydia huffed, stopping when the reaches about halfway in the mine. She looked at the multiple ways they could go. “That’s helpful.” She mumbled.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

Lydia’s nose scrunched up as she almost touched an old machine that was so far gone she couldn’t tell what it was.

“Well…that’s comforting,” Stiles mused. As the approached the mine, the first thing Stiles noted was that the old generator had been fixed. The aged light bulbs burned dimly down the passage, a sure sign they were on the right track. Stiles suddenly wished he’d brought his bat.

Lydias eyes took in their environment, growing closer and closer to Stiles’ side with every step. Once his hand took hers, she intertwined their fingers unconsciously.

Lydia huffed, stopping when the reaches about halfway in the mine. She looked at the multiple ways they could go. “That’s helpful.” She mumbled.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

Lydia’s nose scrunched up as she almost touched an old machine that was so far gone she couldn’t tell what it was.

“Well…that’s comforting,” Stiles mused. As the approached the mine, the first thing Stiles noted was that the old generator had been fixed. The aged light bulbs burned dimly down the passage, a sure sign they were on the right track. Stiles suddenly wished he’d brought his bat.

Lydias eyes took in their environment, growing closer and closer to Stiles’ side with every step. Once his hand took hers, she intertwined their fingers unconsciously.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

Lydia’s nose scrunched up as she almost touched an old machine that was so far gone she couldn’t tell what it was.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

“I’m fine,” he negated despite the tight feeling in his chest. He’d been battling his nerves all morning, feeling useless as he sat class after class. Sleep had been the last thing on his mind the night before. Trust Lydia to notice without his saying a word.

“No, you aren’t.” She stated firmly, stopping in front of him. “You not being you’re one hundred isn’t going to help Scott and your dad.” She gave him a warm, yet very demanding look.

Stiles’s mouth hung open slightly as he fished for a retaliation that never came. He closed his mouth and nodded, giving in. He knew what would happen if he didn’t listen to her. That tightness in his chest would very quickly become something else. He didn’t get panic attacks often, but ever since the Nematon they’d crept back on him.

Lydia kept her hand near his the entire way to the car, ready to pull him along and calm him down if he start spiraling.

Stiles was aware of her hand. Probably more aware than he should be, but he’d been in love with her forever so it wasn’t a surprise. He’d just never told her.

Lydia didn’t have enough time to even think of something to say before he was out of the car. She huffed, turned off the vehicle and hoped out, taking quick steps to catch up with him.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

“I’m fine,” he negated despite the tight feeling in his chest. He’d been battling his nerves all morning, feeling useless as he sat class after class. Sleep had been the last thing on his mind the night before. Trust Lydia to notice without his saying a word.

“No, you aren’t.” She stated firmly, stopping in front of him. “You not being you’re one hundred isn’t going to help Scott and your dad.” She gave him a warm, yet very demanding look.

Stiles’s mouth hung open slightly as he fished for a retaliation that never came. He closed his mouth and nodded, giving in. He knew what would happen if he didn’t listen to her. That tightness in his chest would very quickly become something else. He didn’t get panic attacks often, but ever since the Nematon they’d crept back on him.

Lydia kept her hand near his the entire way to the car, ready to pull him along and calm him down if he start spiraling.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

“I’m fine,” he negated despite the tight feeling in his chest. He’d been battling his nerves all morning, feeling useless as he sat class after class. Sleep had been the last thing on his mind the night before. Trust Lydia to notice without his saying a word.

“No, you aren’t.” She stated firmly, stopping in front of him. “You not being you’re one hundred isn’t going to help Scott and your dad.” She gave him a warm, yet very demanding look.

Lydia nodded and then checked the time on her phone. She reached for his wrist. “Lets go then. We need to go and make sure they’re okay. If we still have a bad feeling when we get there, we can call Malia and Liam.”

Lydia was silent for a minute, staring at him with focused eyes. When she realized something was bothering him, guilt washed over her.

Lydia was silent for a minute, staring at him with focused eyes. When she realized something was bothering him, guilt washed over her.

Lydia could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. She leaned over and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, and then looked back at her paper.

The bell finally rang and Stiles was quick to gather his books and slip for the door. He all but yanked open his locker when he reached it, tossing his books inside. He checked his phone again. Still no messages.

Lydia watched him with green eyes full of worry. Deciding she should probably give him space, she continued on her day.

“Go ahead! Get out of here! All you do is bring people pain, so maybe it’s better if you just leave.”

Lydia, who’s eyes were full of anger and fire from their argument took a step back, her face paling and eyes changing for anger to hurt.

Lydia was silent for a minute, staring at him with focused eyes. When she realized something was bothering him, guilt washed over her.

Lydia could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. She leaned over and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, and then looked back at her paper.

The bell finally rang and Stiles was quick to gather his books and slip for the door. He all but yanked open his locker when he reached it, tossing his books inside. He checked his phone again. Still no messages.

Lydia watched him with green eyes full of worry. Deciding she should probably give him space, she continued on her day.

Lydia was silent for a minute, staring at him with focused eyes. When she realized something was bothering him, guilt washed over her.

Lydia could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. She leaned over and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, and then looked back at her paper.

Lydia huffed, annoyance finally taking over her. She spun around in the desks chair, eyes narrowed on Stiles.

Lydia was silent for a minute, staring at him with focused eyes. When she realized something was bothering him, guilt washed over her.