knewaguy | (no subject)

Are she and Scott even

[ together, he almost says, slapping his thumb down and sending the message in disgrace, instead. excuse me? excuse me. ]

Excuse me? Billy? No.
That's not a thing. There's nothing there.
Why would you even say that?
Did he say something?

They were.

[In a couple timelines, too.]

You know a lot about him.
First person I've met that you're close to, too.
It a just friends thing, then?

Okay, well. Cool. Great. Dentures used to be made out of dead soldiers' teeth. Drinking and driving used to be legal. People used to like Thomas Edison before the whole elephant scandal broke.
There's a ton of things that were. Especially here! All those alternate histories. Alternate possibilities.
Maybe she's not with Scott. You don't know.
Ask her.
You big baby.

[ anyway. he's not deflecting. ]

It's - I don't know? I haven't thought about it.
I mean, I have, but not enough to talk to you the way I know I need to talk to you about things.
Like, if I start talking to you about myself, I have to make clear, concise points or you get irritated and bored and stop paying attention. Like a stray dog with ADHD, which is a joke I can make, because same.
Things aren't that clear-cut. Here. I think. Maybe? Or maybe they are! I don't know!
I haven't even told him I like guys. I haven't even told you I like guys. I don't even know how much I like guys. It's either, like, a solid 40/60 split or a solid 60/40 split or a solid 50/50 split. The split is solid.
I don't know? I don't know.
Anyway.
He's cool.
He's not interested.
We're friends.
It's a whole thing.

There are a lot of fucking timelines but in plenty of them, it's been the same. The rest still don't work out so well.

[So. Why risk losing her a - fourth time?]

He tell you he's not interested or are you making guesses.
I can ask him if you want me to.

You didn't have your best friend Stiles here in any of those.
In how many of those timelines has a kid one twentieth of your age taught you how to dab? Hm?
Nothing gets a girl going like a perfectly executed dab.

[ anyway. a pause. ]

He didn't tell me, but.
He's got a Scott.
So, yeah. It is what it is. We're friends. That's all I need from him, anyway.
I'm not exactly in a rush to start a relationship with someone. "Hey, sorry to spring this on you between the ritualistic human sacrifices and video game slug zombies, but do you wanna go out, maybe? Disclaimer: I might forget who you are if my brain rots a little faster than it already is, but don't worry - there's a chance I'll just die in a couple of years instead."
Like.

[ dot dot dot. ]

Man.
I wish my dad were here.

So you're a hypocrite. Nice.

[Telling him to go after Jean, but not going after Billy. Whatever. Logan's going to let it drop because the last thing he wants to do is get in the middle of teenage hookup drama, but - Stiles hooks him into this conversation again with the dementia thing. The neediness. The homesickness.]

You can say no to this but I can talk to Jean, see if there's anything she knows that might work for a treatment for that. Even just to slow it down.

I have never claimed to not be a hypocrite.

Maybe.
I don't know if I want anyone else to know about this.
I feel like I really fucked up my first impression with her already. I kind of don't know if I can ever look her in the eye again.

You didn't nearly kill her first time you met, you've got nothing on interesting first impressions.

If you change your mind, let me know.

Nearly made Billy choke to death, though.

[ dot dot dot. ]

I will. Promise.
I'll probably ask for help eventually. Just gonna need some time.

Alright

[That's - that? Only not. Logan just sucks at furthering conversation.]

[ well, stiles thinks that's that. he figures this is logan's attempt at saying goodbye without bothering to say goodbye, so, reluctant and slightly disappointed by him being done so soon, stiles puts his phone away.

half an hour later, he's still too talkative not to bug logan, so. conversation 2 begins. ]

Am I still allowed to crash in the guest bedroom sometimes?
Like, I'm not gonna intrude on any old man hip-breaking shenanigans now that Jean's here, right?

You might want to pick the room farthest from mine, but you're not yet evicted

I patched the hole in the ceiling tonight anyway. I'd be pissed if I did that for nothing

Gross.

[ but also - the hole in the ceiling that stiles barely even mentioned? the hole in the ceiling he complained about in passing, like, once? logan remembered that? and - like - did something about it? for him? hold on. hold on, hold on. ]

Hold on.
You like me.
You like having me there. You like me.
I'm your friend. Oh my god. Are you going to actually say it? I feel like we're at the point where you might actually say it. Is this the day? This could be the day.
Am I your friend?

You're bearable.
Who else is gonna wash my car for a twenty?

Don't think it'd be hard for you to find some other easily intimidated teenager you could undercut.
I mean, wait. Delete.
I'm not intimidated by you. You don't intimidate me.
Let's be clear about that.

Got someone who's offering to do the work clearing the house of these shitty ass weeds for some cash and a beer.
You might have competition on your hands, kid

That's fine with me, actually.
We're long past the point in our relationship where I have to con you into spending time with me. Now I'm just around.
Because we're friends.

Right.
So I'll let Amara make the cash then.

Fine. That's fine.
Billy's got a job, now. He's keeping me flush with chicken tenders and vanilla coke. Turning me into a real trophy wife.
You think I need anything else? No. Absolutely not.
You can keep your dirty money.
And if I need any, for whatever reason, you'll just lend it to me.

"That's not a thing. There's nothing there."

So you're just a sugar baby. I see how it is.

Wow. Yeah. Yes. You got me.
You figured it out.
He spoonfeeds me caramelized popcorn from a caviar spoon and I give him handjobs in the backseat of your limousine and call him daddy. It's a whole thing.

Just remember to wrap it up.

For

[ ... ]

For a handjob?

Yes

Don't wanna ruin your seats, huh.
I get it. Leather upholstery. Very expensive.

[ anyway, wow, his attempt at making logan uncomfortable has backfired miserably. moving on. ]

I'm gonna talk about him some more.
I don't care if you're not interested in hearing about it. I'm gonna talk about it. You're gonna deal with that.
Okay?