[ this is actually a lot to take in. it's toeing the line of too much, which is saying something, because scott's lived through finding out he's a werewolf, this shouldn't phase him. but it's just--it's a lot to take in, alright? he's allowed to be a little rattled because this is way outside his scope of reference. also, the only weapon he got was a butterknife, which he might feel better about if he weren't suddenly a little lacking in the furry little problem department.
like he said, it's a lot to take in. he's still not sure what to do with all of this and maybe he's freaking out just a little, for lack of any better response.
there's someone moving and scott follows that. by the time he's close enough to figure out it's allison, she's already turned and he panics just a bit, because they broke up and he should say something, he should have something good to say, but then his arms are full of her and he forgets that he was trying to say anything and just clutches her, arms around her waist, face in her neck. it's everything good that's ever existed. they still fit together and it still turns his world upside down and he can never articulate just how right this feels. and maybe he shouldn't, all things considered. ]
Yeah. Um, hi? [ it's a uncertain mumble, right into her neck. ] I wasn't sure it was you. Hi.
[ he doesn't let go. everything is confusing and weird and she's here and she's the only familiar thing he's seen since he woke up. he thinks she can understand that. ]
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like he said, it's a lot to take in. he's still not sure what to do with all of this and maybe he's freaking out just a little, for lack of any better response.
there's someone moving and scott follows that. by the time he's close enough to figure out it's allison, she's already turned and he panics just a bit, because they broke up and he should say something, he should have something good to say, but then his arms are full of her and he forgets that he was trying to say anything and just clutches her, arms around her waist, face in her neck. it's everything good that's ever existed. they still fit together and it still turns his world upside down and he can never articulate just how right this feels. and maybe he shouldn't, all things considered. ]
Yeah. Um, hi? [ it's a uncertain mumble, right into her neck. ] I wasn't sure it was you. Hi.
[ he doesn't let go. everything is confusing and weird and she's here and she's the only familiar thing he's seen since he woke up. he thinks she can understand that. ]