#scilesweek23

“Yeah, she looked really happy today.” They both look out to where Kira and Scott are picking up shells from the water, it’s low tide now, the sun will set soon.

They’ve been at the beach all day and while Stiles knows Scott’s enjoyed the outing with their friends, he still worries that she might be uncomfortable being out in public in a two-piece. They talked about it briefly last night in their hotel room and Scott assured Stiles she would be fine and that she has an extra pair of clothes packed away in her bag already if she needs it, Stiles thinks he might be more anxious about it than she is.

“Her and Kira have so much energy.” Much more than Stiles ever expected the two to have, they’ve been nonstop since they arrived. Between swimming, racing along the shoreline, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, collecting rocks and shells to give to their partners— Stiles would assume both girls would be dead on their feet by now.

“It’s good for them to get it out and I think it’s kept Scott occupied, y’know so she doesn’t have time to think about anything.” What the ‘anything’ is goes unspoken, it’s been a hard year for Scott, not just because of her transition progressing but also because of the supernatural chaos that’s been going on since her and Stiles moved back to Beacon Hills. Stiles has been doing his best to be supportive and encourage her to take breaks from things as she can overwork herself like no other, but he still feels like he’s not doing enough.

“She’s so driven and beautiful and just- perfect. I wish she could see herself like I do.” Stiles sighs, eyes closing as Malia comes to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“I think we all wish that. But she’s doing better and you’re an amazing boyfriend, seriously you two gross me out with your lovey dovey romance.” A smile creeps onto Stiles’ face, him and Scott are more prone to pda than Kira and Malia.

“Thanks Mals. You think we can bribe them to leave with dinner?” Her lips twist as she looks back over to Kira and Scott, both girls are squealing and splashing each other with kicks at the low water.