[The silence that comes after, no matter how slight feels much longer to her. It's all the immeasurable moments that are stacking up into this tight space of things that she just said and that he had to have heard. There's nothing to distract him, no phone ringing or the draw of a best friend to take him away from the truth of this moment.
When he accepts it, she exhales. A simple word and a near defeated tone coming from him. The tone makes her frown, disliking that she's created this sort of environment. She's going to have to share this space and to be honest, she's just grateful that Rachel isn't somewhere trying to ignore this happening.
Her hands close, drawing into tight fists at her sides to keep herself from wringing them. She wants to rub her thumb across her palm, to make her thumb make that small crackle of sound when it flexes. Instead she's still as she hears his apology. It feels too little, too late, but she knows that he's trying and she realizes that it's difficult to apologize when you're removed from the situation entirely. It's hard for her to talk about it. To think that she's been ripped away from that and it could not matter at all. She could have been pulled here alone and no one would have known.]
Thank you. [She accepts the apology with quiet words, now unsure of what to do. This isn't her best friend where they cry and accept that life sucks and then they hug and go shopping after ice cream. This is Stiles and she lives with him.
She doesn't ask him why, because she's sure she doesn't want to know. It doesn't matter why it happened, because it did. There's nothing that can change that and all she's trying to do is move on from that.
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When he accepts it, she exhales. A simple word and a near defeated tone coming from him. The tone makes her frown, disliking that she's created this sort of environment. She's going to have to share this space and to be honest, she's just grateful that Rachel isn't somewhere trying to ignore this happening.
Her hands close, drawing into tight fists at her sides to keep herself from wringing them. She wants to rub her thumb across her palm, to make her thumb make that small crackle of sound when it flexes. Instead she's still as she hears his apology. It feels too little, too late, but she knows that he's trying and she realizes that it's difficult to apologize when you're removed from the situation entirely. It's hard for her to talk about it. To think that she's been ripped away from that and it could not matter at all. She could have been pulled here alone and no one would have known.]
Thank you. [She accepts the apology with quiet words, now unsure of what to do. This isn't her best friend where they cry and accept that life sucks and then they hug and go shopping after ice cream. This is Stiles and she lives with him.
She doesn't ask him why, because she's sure she doesn't want to know. It doesn't matter why it happened, because it did. There's nothing that can change that and all she's trying to do is move on from that.
Lydia just needs to make sure people let her.]