[stiles moves with the direction easily, taking the comfort he can from the situation. this is the most steady he's felt in awhile, the most safe.
he takes a deep breath and the overwhelming scent of earth and leaves (of basement and dust and bone) startles him into tightening his grip on the man's hand for a moment before the smell eases into something more generously masculine and firm.
the answer doesn't exactly surprise him, though he would have liked to discover that there was some kind of shortcut through it all.]
Well I've definitely got all of those.
[stiles takes the proffered pocket square--seriously? who wears pocket squares anymore-- and wipes the tears from his face and the blood from his lip. he nods shakily.]
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he takes a deep breath and the overwhelming scent of earth and leaves (of basement and dust and bone) startles him into tightening his grip on the man's hand for a moment before the smell eases into something more generously masculine and firm.
the answer doesn't exactly surprise him, though he would have liked to discover that there was some kind of shortcut through it all.]
Well I've definitely got all of those.
[stiles takes the proffered pocket square--seriously? who wears pocket squares anymore-- and wipes the tears from his face and the blood from his lip. he nods shakily.]
Y-yeah. I think so.