Maybe you aren't going to the right parties. Or any. [ But given his association with Lydia, it seemed unlikely that Stiles escaped all semblance of a social life. Well, this was far from bad news, as far as Peter was concerned. There's no doubt in his mind a college student could be any competition against him, but things might've gotten messy. Certainly a little blood would've spilled.
A better man would've wanted Stiles to have the fully college experience-- parties, a healthy relationship with a nice, safe person of his own age range perhaps, and whatever else it was that the youth got up to these days. Peter was a lot of things, but his morals tended to come and go.
And he's always been fascinated by Stiles. Without the constant presence of the old Beacon Hills crowd looming over their collective shoulders, maybe they would finally get somewhere beyond coy text messages and suggestive situations. ]
It happens. [ People drift apart all the time.
Peter glanced at the contents of his basket, of Stiles's cart. They were just about done, weren't they? ] Or you could let me take you out for lunch. Which would you prefer?
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A better man would've wanted Stiles to have the fully college experience-- parties, a healthy relationship with a nice, safe person of his own age range perhaps, and whatever else it was that the youth got up to these days. Peter was a lot of things, but his morals tended to come and go.
And he's always been fascinated by Stiles. Without the constant presence of the old Beacon Hills crowd looming over their collective shoulders, maybe they would finally get somewhere beyond coy text messages and suggestive situations. ]
It happens. [ People drift apart all the time.
Peter glanced at the contents of his basket, of Stiles's cart. They were just about done, weren't they? ] Or you could let me take you out for lunch. Which would you prefer?