#redstringbanshee

Stiles has been watching Friends for three days.

Lydia can remember long Sundays cuddled next to him on the couch in his living room, a blanket draped over their laps as the familiar laugh track crackled loudly from the speakers on his TV— his dad always needed the volume turned up higher than they did. Before all this, she had associated the theme song of this show with Stiles' head on her shoulder; Stiles fighting cheesy fries out of his dad's hand; Stiles letting her put her feet under his legs because they were cold. Now, every time she hears the theme song, she has the faint realization that she is thirty minutes closer to madness than she was the last time she heard it.

Because Stiles, this Stiles, doesn't laugh as he watches television. He sits on the thick gold comforter of the king sized bed that they are sharing and stares blankly at the screen. Lydia would assume that he wasn't watching the show at all, but sometimes he mouths the words along with the dialogue that is familiar to him. Not that she's paying attention.

Hey, actually I don’t, except @hannsipannsi , but I knew her before tumblr:)

Yes, you can always talk to me any time.