[A sickness that he is beginning to feel, himself, as he stands there. (And that would be very, very welcome.)
He nods at what Stiles says, just before they are both dragged into the car. It all happens too quickly, and Thomas lets the office manhandle him well enough, just as long as he can see that he is being put in the same place Stiles is in.
He swallows, flinching when the man shuts the door, firmly, after giving Stiles his phone. He supposes their dad is still talking, so he lets Stiles deal with that as he looks back at the house. More cops are coming out to vomit and, honestly, he can't blame them. The air fresheners of the car do make it a little bit better (something he never thought could be possible).]
... Yeah. [He says, hand resting over Stiles' free one, over the seat. It takes him a while to look away from the house and back at his brother again.] Are you? [He has about a million other questions, but that is the most important one.]
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He nods at what Stiles says, just before they are both dragged into the car. It all happens too quickly, and Thomas lets the office manhandle him well enough, just as long as he can see that he is being put in the same place Stiles is in.
He swallows, flinching when the man shuts the door, firmly, after giving Stiles his phone. He supposes their dad is still talking, so he lets Stiles deal with that as he looks back at the house. More cops are coming out to vomit and, honestly, he can't blame them. The air fresheners of the car do make it a little bit better (something he never thought could be possible).]
... Yeah. [He says, hand resting over Stiles' free one, over the seat. It takes him a while to look away from the house and back at his brother again.] Are you? [He has about a million other questions, but that is the most important one.]