Casa de Stilinski, Thursday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Scott had earned so many best friend points Monday night when he picked Stiles up from the hotel Derek oh so kindly abandoned him in. He had since spent the last four days moping, eating junk food, hanging out with his dad and listening to Scott come up with increasingly more creative ways to kill Derek. Which was amusing, but didn't necessarily make him feel better.

He was supposed to be hanging out with Lydia and Allison later which probably meant that he'd be their living shopping cart while they went to Macy's or something while they told him how he should deal with his current situation.

He could probably use some solid advice, now that he thought about it. Which would be why he was pausing his current moping session to pick up the phone and call Kitty.

[For the aforementioned callee and other calls/e-mails/texts/etc if people want!]

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[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, I keep telling myself that," he said. "It just sucks. I thought...I don't know, I think I was counting on him to be there for me. Which wasn't fair, I know, but it still sucks."

[throughaphase]

"Well, friends are supposed to be there for each other. It's not wrong of you to count on him for that," Kitty told him. "I think he's just differently emotioned than most other people, and the closest to him get hit with it."

[robinonadderall]

"I guess," Stiles said. "I'll get over it."

Maybe. Probably.

[throughaphase]

"You will." Eventually. Kitty's issues on this subject still reared their ugly heads seven years later. "I'll tell Clint he's got permission, and maybe I can get the squirrels to get some pictures. Anything to make the process easier."

[robinonadderall]

"Thanks," Stiles said, huffing out a laugh. "I'll see you after the weekend. I'll try to make stealthy appearances in town."

[throughaphase]

"And you're always welcome at my place if you need to hide out," she said. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

[robinonadderall]

"I will," he said. "See you, Kitty."