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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[teenyoda]

Threats never seem to work well for me. They just seem to make people laugh.

[better]

I can't... [She frowns.]

Yeah, I can't picture your threats actually being threatening. It might be your word choices.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I'm very creative when I come up with a threat.

I think it's the lack of two hundred and fifty pounds behind them that makes them seem less plausible.

[better]

I think maybe the creative might be your downfall. You could just be direct and if you had an extra two-fifty on you... that would be really unhealthy.

[teenyoda]

Not an extra two-fifty. God. I'd be a mountain. But maybe bigger than Derek-hulk size to back up a threat. The worst I can do now is elbow someone in a sensitive spot.

[better]

Do you have really pointy elbows? [She's teasing now.]

[teenyoda]

I'm fifty percent sarcasm and fifty percent sharp angles.

[better]

[She shakes her head and glances down to the rabbit asleep in her lap. The ears twitching every so often.]

The whole package.

[teenyoda]

You'd think so, right?

[There's a small depreciating smile as he looks down at his feet.]

So, when do you want to do this probably really irresponsibly dangerous thing?

[better]

In four days. I just, I want to make sure that I have time to ... to back out, I guess. I don't want it to be this rush, just because of everything that happened.

In the morning though.

[teenyoda]

[That she was giving herself time to think about it was what gave it a better light in his head. He nodded, picking at a blade of grass.]

Okay. Yeah, I can do that. Just remind me the night before so I can set an alarm.

[better]

[She nods.] I can do that.

[Erica pets the top of the rabbit's head, making sure not to wake it up.]

Are you okay? I mean, with everything that's gone on I'm sure everyone sort of... just puts it all on you.

[teenyoda]

[Oh, you sweet summer child. You had no idea. But he shrugged and dug his nail into the blade of grass, cutting it in half.]

Hey, do you see me crumbling?

[better]

No, but just because you're not an easy cry-er doesn't mean you don't still need to talk to someone about it.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I can cry. I cry all the time. I'm secure enough in my masculinity to let some tears squeeze free.

[He'd done a lot more crying in public recently than usual, but shh.]

[better]

[She lets out a small laugh.]

That's... that's not what I meant, I just meant - look, if you want to talk. I am capable of listening.

[teenyoda]

[He nodded.]

That's cool. I appreciate that.

[But he wouldn't take her up on it. Stiles wasn't going to add to Erica's problems with his own, especially when he hadn't fully wrapped his head around what his problems were.]

[better]

[She doesn't think he will, but she felt like offering was a good thing.]

It's not just a one time offer. So, just remember that.

[teenyoda]

[It was and he really did appreciate it, Erica. Sometimes he forgot that people might be there for him.]

I will. I'll write it down somewhere that I'll look when I'm panicking.

[better]

Capital letters. [She smirks.]

[teenyoda]

In something that glows.

[better]

You could learn how to make neon signs. [She smiles and exhales.] Thank you, Stiles. I mean, you don't have to go with me - I know that, but I do appreciate it.

[teenyoda]

[He shrugged.]

Everyone needs someone, right? And hospitals or environments like that can suck.

[better]

[She nods, definitely agreeing with the fact that hospitals suck.]

I need to figure out what to do with this rabbit.

[teenyoda]

Eat it? I haven't had rabbit stew before. We can just roast it right here...