[despite the rain, despite the scent of wet dog still fresh in his nostrils, malia's approach goes far from unnoticed. she's familiar to him now in a way that, until now, he only ever really associated with stiles. a connection there that he wants to believe is solely due to their shared home. to the fact that he's spent enough time with her by now to consider her a friend.
if only it was that simple.]
Hey, are you...
[okay? well, clearly not. but it's obvious he's concerned. even without the rain, without knowing her, he'd feel that way.]
Did I do something wrong? Cause whatever it is, I can fix it. I promise.
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if only it was that simple.]
Hey, are you...
[okay? well, clearly not. but it's obvious he's concerned. even without the rain, without knowing her, he'd feel that way.]
Did I do something wrong? Cause whatever it is, I can fix it. I promise.