[ Stiles adjusts himself on the sofa. Clears his throat. Looks at the wall. ]
Well, okay. I know you're like a big mean macho wolf or...whatever. And you SUCK at feelings. And you're kind of a jerk and you wear the same thing all the time and you drive like a psychopath, but...
I...
Think I like you.
[ that's not even true. He KNOWS he does. He knows what LIKE feels like. He's felt more than that for Lydia for basically his entire life, after all. ]
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Well, okay. I know you're like a big mean macho wolf or...whatever. And you SUCK at feelings. And you're kind of a jerk and you wear the same thing all the time and you drive like a psychopath, but...
I...
Think I like you.
[ that's not even true. He KNOWS he does. He knows what LIKE feels like. He's felt more than that for Lydia for basically his entire life, after all. ]