Okay he could word that so much better even in his own head. But he had to keep some charm in the action and situation. “ you have lunch yet?”

Stiles had insisted it could be a werewolf bite. And that had seemed utterly unsensible and then….. but he wills the boy to make an appearance. His life line snd dear friend. “Stiles….” It’s a word broken from a voice trying to remain steady when he came into view.”

Better and he was the for the worst for it. Maybe he should listen to stiles. The smell of Allison’s perfume had nearly been too much. The visions flickering in his minds eye. The scent of wolf. So many things. And he finds himself slumped over. Trying to regain any understanding or control.-

// lovingly pestered. Landon my sweet though