( video 31 )

[studmuffin]

"Stiles scene//2x11//"what if...it's agony now and then...it's just hell later on"" (Watch on YouTube)

( ooc: stiles has been hit with memory theater and has literally no idea this is up, feel free to break the news to him. )

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[video; private]

[hischair]

Stiles? Stiles, hey, you're broadcasting ... something.

[video; private]

[studmuffin]

Hey - wait, what?

[ It's easy enough for him to check which means Jim gets treated to Stiles' smile dropping right off his face and a blank look of unhappiness taking residence. ] Crap.

[video; private]

[hischair]

That actually happened, didn't it.

[ Ain't even a question, Stiles' face says it all. ]

Damn. Sorry, man.

[video; private]

[studmuffin]

[ It doesn't take the device to pick up the way Stiles moves now, jerky and uncomfortable to run a hand over his hair. ]

It's a memory. Sometimes the City just plucks them right out and puts them up for everyone to see. It hasn't happened to me before. [ He thinks he should be glad that it isn't worse. That it isn't Peter. Or Gerard. Or Derek. Or anything to do with Scott. ]

[video; private]

[hischair]

[ Awkward all around. ]

You want to talk about it? Or we can forget I ever saw it, whatever you want.

action ]

[affectioning]

[ At first, he thinks Stiles is addressing the network. Or, maybe it's meant for just him. He only hears Stiles. But, then he hears Ms. Morell. Or, Deaton's sister. That brings a new wrinkle to the proceedings. Not that he can make sense of any of that whatsoever considering he's hear now. He watches the entire... what could it be, a memory? As if a camera were capturing every moment.

Great angles.

He doesn't rewatch. Instead, he gets up from his bed and pulls on shorts and a shirt before padding down the hallway towards Stiles' room. He thinks about knocking, wonders if Stiles is still sleeping. He grabs the knob and slowly turns, peeking in. Man, does this entire house smell like Derek? Never in his life has he smelled this much of an alpha somewhere. But, he did fix it up. So, he's been everywhere.

He knocks as he opens the door, preferring to do both at the same time. ]

Stiles?

[ Maybe Stiles can get it off the network with his own device. He's a little groggy but also a little worried. Putting hair and Ms. Morell there together, this is from last year. Stiles never said anything. Never said how much pressure he'd felt. How in danger he'd felt. Right now, Scott fails at being a best friend.

Retroactively.

So, he needs to make up for that. And also, inform Stiles that for some reason a memory of his has been broadcast to the City at large. ]

action ]

[studmuffin]

[ Jim's already broken the news so Stiles just pulls a face when he opens the door. It's meant to deflect because what else can he do? A moment of weakness, of admitting that he is scared out of his freaking mind and nothing they do ever changes that and here it is?

He throws himself back and covers his face with a pillow. ] Hey. [ Muffled through the fabric. ]

action ]

[affectioning]

[ He moves over to the desk chair and straddles the back, watching his best friend. ]

Hey.

action ]

[studmuffin]

[ He wants to smother himself. Because it's not fair, is the thing. He knows he should be thankful that it's just that. ]

It could've been worse? [ For them. But it feels pretty bad for Stiles. ]

action ]

[affectioning]

So, this happens. [ Stiles doesn't seem surprised. Just mortified. ] I never knew how bad it got for you. [ Part of that is all his fault. He's been so concerned with the sheriff's station, Gerard, the lacrosse game, Jackson. One thing after another and he'd never slowed down to check in on his best friend. And here he was. Drowning. And here Ms. Morell was giving good advice, knowing exactly what was going on. But, he looked bad. Sounded bad. His best friend was drowning. He'd even been kidnapped somewhere around there. Probably after. Guilt swells. ]

[lupusalpha]

Stiles.

[studmuffin]

Derek.

[lupusalpha]

I guess you see it.

[studmuffin]

Yeah.

[ A hand over his eyes. ] If you're going to make fun of me don't.

[lupusalpha]

Why would I make fun of you?

audio | private ;

[medicos]

You alright, kid?

audio | private ;

[studmuffin]

Yeah.

[ Not really. But he's spent a year now pretending that he's fine. He'll keep doing it. ] Finals week, y'know? Gets to everyone.

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[medicos]

[ avoiding everything it is. ]

Jim and I spent a couple of days on coffee and neural stimulants just so we could study to the fullest every midterm and finals exam back when we were cadets.

[ although, to be fair - and bones is going to deny it from the ends of the earth - but they never really needed it as much as they thought they did. they're both too good at their respective fields of study. ]

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[studmuffin]

Yeah? [ He smiles and it at least sparks some life into him. ] I tend to get distracted. I can study for hours but the minute I'm in that examination room I just throw away all the important stuff.

[ Which is why Stiles is known for papers on male circumcision and not economics. ]

audio | private ;

[medicos]

Tends to happen. Some people absorb mundane information instead of the important things. You just need to find a study habit that works for you.

private | voice;

[hexuality]

Hey.

[Soft, a touch of a smile to her voice.]

So, about those flying lessons.

private | voice;

[studmuffin]

[ That has him smiling slightly. ]

Yeah? How far in the planning are you?

private | voice;

[hexuality]

I offer it every summer and carry them through the year for however long people are interested.

Are you? Flying always calms me down.

private | voice;

[studmuffin]

Yeah! [ But. ] I'm not sure I can be trusted? Kind of accident prone here.

private | voice;

[hexuality]

I wouldn't let you fall, Stiles.