“ I know you didn’t ask. “ He says, voice quieter this time,gaze trained on the driveway beneath his converse as he leans against the opendoor of the jeep. Melancholy glazes amber hues & his tone, making him pursehis lips in thought. Whether she wanted his help or not, she was going to getit. He wasn’t going to back down now when he’s made it apparent that he caresabout her & her well-being. Even if she hates him for what happened, he still won’tleave her side & waits with baited breath until she responds.
Stiles moves his eyes back up to hers and studies her expression for a second ;was she saying this just to appease him, or did she genuinely need ( or want )his help? He can tell that she’s upset with him for showing up in the first place & decidingto end her drunken party early, but any more and she’d be a vomiting mess. Thehangover would be enough to remind her of just how much she’d drunk. He letsout a lighter breath, relieved that she’d finally given in to his convincing. “Thank you. “ He stands back, and closes the door gently before climbing intothe driver side of the vehicle.
The tension is thick in the air as he drives – he can feel it as it weighsheavy on his shoulders. But, to be fair, this wasn’t the ideal way he wanted tospend his night, either. The last thing he’d wanted was to nearly have a panicattack about the well-being of a girl he lost contact with & have a nearargument with her. Unable to stand the silence, he impulsively reaches out andturns on the radio, leaving it on a soft volume. Maybe it wasn’t a lot, but itwas enough to alleviate some of the awkwardness that came with their situation.
Before the ride has to last too much longer, Stiles pulls into the Martinhousehold’s driveway. He puts the jeep in park, anxiety starting to creep intothe brunet’s demeanor. He hadn’t been alone with Lydia like this in a while –he wonders if she still thinks about him as much as he thinks about her. It wasa ridiculous thought ; if she thought about him, why would his sudden arrivalmake her so angry? Besides the veil of alcohol, he knows that there was adeep-rooted pain with their silence that he knows that he’d played a part in. Nowwasn’t the particular time to discuss it ( like he so desperately wants to ),but he lingers in his seat.
“ I know you didn’t ask. “ He says, voice quieter this time,gaze trained on the driveway beneath his converse as he leans against the opendoor of the jeep. Melancholy glazes amber hues & his tone, making him pursehis lips in thought. Whether she wanted his help or not, she was going to getit. He wasn’t going to back down now when he’s made it apparent that he caresabout her & her well-being. Even if she hates him for what happened, he still won’tleave her side & waits with baited breath until she responds.
Stiles moves his eyes back up to hers and studies her expression for a second ;was she saying this just to appease him, or did she genuinely need ( or want )his help? He can tell that she’s upset with him for showing up in the first place & decidingto end her drunken party early, but any more and she’d be a vomiting mess. Thehangover would be enough to remind her of just how much she’d drunk. He letsout a lighter breath, relieved that she’d finally given in to his convincing. “Thank you. “ He stands back, and closes the door gently before climbing intothe driver side of the vehicle.
The tension is thick in the air as he drives – he can feel it as it weighsheavy on his shoulders. But, to be fair, this wasn’t the ideal way he wanted tospend his night, either. The last thing he’d wanted was to nearly have a panicattack about the well-being of a girl he lost contact with & have a nearargument with her. Unable to stand the silence, he impulsively reaches out andturns on the radio, leaving it on a soft volume. Maybe it wasn’t a lot, but itwas enough to alleviate some of the awkwardness that came with their situation.
Before the ride has to last too much longer, Stiles pulls into the Martinhousehold’s driveway. He puts the jeep in park, anxiety starting to creep intothe brunet’s demeanor. He hadn’t been alone with Lydia like this in a while –he wonders if she still thinks about him as much as he thinks about her. It wasa ridiculous thought ; if she thought about him, why would his sudden arrivalmake her so angry? Besides the veil of alcohol, he knows that there was adeep-rooted pain with their silence that he knows that he’d played a part in. Nowwasn’t the particular time to discuss it ( like he so desperately wants to ),but he lingers in his seat.
The brunet exhales deeply through his nose, gaze flipping tothe ground as she attempts to argue against him. After all, he did deserve thetreatment – anyone with any decency would know that Lydia deserved to do morethan just yell drunkenly. She could tear him apart & he’d still deserve it.It didn’t matter that she was intoxicated – the comment about Scott stung alittle bit. It was a coincidence that he was in town & happened to be thereceiving end of her text, but he’s here now. Whether she was expecting Scottor not, she got Stiles.
His concern spikes again as she tries to step & her ankle nearly twists.Patience was dimming on his boyish features, and when she tries to push him away, it finally breaks. Stiles drops her arm, but instead of walking away, hegrabs her around her middle & underneath the backs of her knees. Since shewas going to fight his help and couldn’t walk properly, this was the bestoption. Maybe she’d kick or slap him, but alcohol poisoning was a seriousconcern right now and he’ll deal with the repercussions of helping her later.
“ No. “ He says, firmly. “ No more party, no more drinking. I’m taking you home.“ Stiles starts towards the jeep – it didn’t matter how much she’d struggle inhis grip, he wasn’t going to let her go. He’d been quiet in her life for thepast few months, now, and maybe this wasn’t only just about him caring about her.Maybe he was trying to redeem himself in a way ; but he wasn’t really sure ifthere was any redemption. Lydia took it hard & he knows she did, but hetook the silence on her end just as bad. He’d spent a while doubting himself& getting lost in insecurities to think that maybe she was doing the same.
The brunet exhales deeply through his nose, gaze flipping tothe ground as she attempts to argue against him. After all, he did deserve thetreatment – anyone with any decency would know that Lydia deserved to do morethan just yell drunkenly. She could tear him apart & he’d still deserve it.It didn’t matter that she was intoxicated – the comment about Scott stung alittle bit. It was a coincidence that he was in town & happened to be thereceiving end of her text, but he’s here now. Whether she was expecting Scottor not, she got Stiles.
His concern spikes again as she tries to step & her ankle nearly twists.Patience was dimming on his boyish features, and when she tries to push him away, it finally breaks. Stiles drops her arm, but instead of walking away, hegrabs her around her middle & underneath the backs of her knees. Since shewas going to fight his help and couldn’t walk properly, this was the bestoption. Maybe she’d kick or slap him, but alcohol poisoning was a seriousconcern right now and he’ll deal with the repercussions of helping her later.
“ No. “ He says, firmly. “ No more party, no more drinking. I’m taking you home.“ Stiles starts towards the jeep – it didn’t matter how much she’d struggle inhis grip, he wasn’t going to let her go. He’d been quiet in her life for thepast few months, now, and maybe this wasn’t only just about him caring about her.Maybe he was trying to redeem himself in a way ; but he wasn’t really sure ifthere was any redemption. Lydia took it hard & he knows she did, but hetook the silence on her end just as bad. He’d spent a while doubting himself& getting lost in insecurities to think that maybe she was doing the same.
He sighs slightly at her quick dismissal of his question ;it was obvious that she was drunk. The smell of alcohol lingers when shespeaks, and his brow furrows in concern. Stiles figures that it’s better thanwhat the darkest recesses of his mind had him fearing when he first arrived –but the worry for her in her inebriated state was still there. He briefly wondersif this might be some way of coping with things – but he can’t let his thoughtswander there. It was a dangerous territory & he needs to worry about takingcare of her now.
“ No, I didn’t—I came back from Virginia earlier today. “ The brunet lets out asoft sigh ; it was hard to explain. “ I took off a few days and came home. “ Henotices her spacey stare lingering on his hands, and he can’t help but wonder ifhis touch was unwanted. Considering taking his hands away in respect of herpersonal space, he notices her falling back & the sudden grip on his arms& the thought is immediately cast away. He holds onto her tightly, heartstill racing in his chest ( and he can’t tell if it’s from the near incident orseeing her again ).
Stiles looks over her state – she wasn’t drunk, she was wasted. He’s a littlesurprised that she’d even made it to the door without collapsing against it.Without waiting any longer, he takes her arm and pulls it around his shoulders to stabilize her stance.He couldn’t care less about any anger that could rise from the considerably riskyaction, especially when they hadn’t talked in a while. Even if the action wassomething he’d done on a whim, his touch was still as gentle as it’d alwaysbeen with her. His main concern was getting her home safely & having herdrink lots of water to avoid a hangover in the morning. “ Come on. I’m going totake you home so you can get some rest. You’ve had a lot to drink. “
He sighs slightly at her quick dismissal of his question ;it was obvious that she was drunk. The smell of alcohol lingers when shespeaks, and his brow furrows in concern. Stiles figures that it’s better thanwhat the darkest recesses of his mind had him fearing when he first arrived –but the worry for her in her inebriated state was still there. He briefly wondersif this might be some way of coping with things – but he can’t let his thoughtswander there. It was a dangerous territory & he needs to worry about takingcare of her now.
“ No, I didn’t—I came back from Virginia earlier today. “ The brunet lets out asoft sigh ; it was hard to explain. “ I took off a few days and came home. “ Henotices her spacey stare lingering on his hands, and he can’t help but wonder ifhis touch was unwanted. Considering taking his hands away in respect of herpersonal space, he notices her falling back & the sudden grip on his arms& the thought is immediately cast away. He holds onto her tightly, heartstill racing in his chest ( and he can’t tell if it’s from the near incident orseeing her again ).
Stiles looks over her state – she wasn’t drunk, she was wasted. He’s a littlesurprised that she’d even made it to the door without collapsing against it.Without waiting any longer, he takes her arm and pulls it around his shoulders to stabilize her stance.He couldn’t care less about any anger that could rise from the considerably riskyaction, especially when they hadn’t talked in a while. Even if the action wassomething he’d done on a whim, his touch was still as gentle as it’d alwaysbeen with her. His main concern was getting her home safely & having herdrink lots of water to avoid a hangover in the morning. “ Come on. I’m going totake you home so you can get some rest. You’ve had a lot to drink. “
