It took more than liquid courage to get Stiles to walk the vaguely familiar path to Katerina’s house—it took him a whole year, actually. There were two main reasons as to why he stopped never returned after the fight that took place there at her home and one might think it had to do with the fact that they were toxic to each other and he had miraculously realized as much, but that wasn’t the case. Something about him changed that night—something went completely awry which only prompted Stiles to hide away, attempt to accept what he was and regain some sort of control over himself and his new found urges and. While he was still having trouble with the first, he was able to control his bloodlust after the year had passed him by. With that having been accomplished, he could trust himself to be around her again—but the problem would be explaining what had happened.
A closed fist hit the front door a few times before Stiles took a step back, bouncing lightly, up and down on the balls of his feet as anxiety began to course through him as he waited for the door to swing open.
