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It had been three days since Scott had found him on his porch and coaxed him back into the house and into bed to get some sleep, they’d talked until he’d fallen asleep…it had been the best sleep he’d had in months. His body curled into Scott’s and their hands clasped; he hadn’t thought much about that at the time, but now…well now he couldn’t seem to get it out of his head.  Stiles figured it should have felt weirder to lay basically intertwined with Scott, or to wake up with their arms around each other. But it hadn’t it had felt pretty natural…normal almost.
Again that had been three days ago, he hadn’t even really seen Scott since then; missing school for some doctors appointments, they were waiting on the official news but he wasn’t stupid. He could see it in his dad’s eyes, in the way he hovered yet distanced himself. No doctor needed to tell him he had what his mom had; it was painfully obvious that they all had the answer and just couldn’t tell him so he’d done the most logical thing he could think of. He stole his file.
But he couldn’t open it by himself. He’d been sitting on his bed for the last hour just picking it up and setting it down before he finally gave up and grabbed his phone.
Text: Hey Scott, could you come over? I did something.
That sounded ominous, but he did do something, he stole his file…and he wanted answers but needed someone one with him too. So he waited.
