this is the life you see

[eyeforaneye]

Who: Sasuke Uchiha eyeforaneye, Jonas Ward coherer, Stiles Stilinski mensrea
When: Feb. 12
Where: Casa de Stiles + Jonas
What: Sasuke visits to receive help with monster transformation symptoms. Things go some varying level of awry.
Warnings: Possible violence, language, and drama.

[ After this conversation and his last sent message, it takes approximately ten more seconds for Sasuke to reach the front door. His watch is tucked safely away within the confines of his cloak, fabric smoothed down before he's reaching out to knock sharply on the door.

All he can hope now is that Jonas was telling the truth and that Stiles won't be the one to answer the door. Not to say he has any real problems with him, but their interactions have proven to be... unpredictable. ]

I'm outside. You can let me in.

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[mensrea]

[ The interjection from Jonas should come as a relief, but instead it reminds Stiles unhappily of how different their circumstances are. He hadn’t even blinked at the implicit threat of those words; yeah, Sasuke almost certainly could kill him if desired. Everyone he spent time with in Beacon Hills could too – both his friends and his enemies. Being in a constant state of danger has become so normalized for him now. Jonas’ protest is like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head, waking him up.

With a shiver, Stiles flops down gracelessly in the chair once more. This time, he sits sideways in it so he can look out the window, legs tucked up against his chest. The glass of water remains untouched at the foot of the furniture, collecting motes of dust unseen in the shadows. ]

There’s a lot to lose, [ he disagrees in a murmur, though he doesn’t elaborate. Clearing his throat, he addresses Jonas, ] Right, so. I said my piece.

[ Stiles won’t comment further on the discussion about Sasuke’s powers; his stance hasn’t changed and he won’t risk an argument when Jonas is working so hard to keep things peaceful. Might as well move on, in his opinion. ]

[eyeforaneye]

Hm.

[ A noncommittal noise that nevertheless signals that he's processing Jonas's words, trying again to contextualize them based off of a marked lack of experience with peaceful circumstances. ] If I don't trust someone, it's natural for me to wonder first if they have violent intentions. It's not a threat.

[ Is this an apology? It's hard to say, honestly, especially when he's feeling the strain of needing to speak again. Stiles appears to be done, so what has he left unsaid for his part? How thorough does this need to be? ]

... I accept your apology. I'll leave the matter of my abilities for another day and instead work on it independently. [ A pause. ] And I won't grab you like that again. [ Here he stops to look at Jonas, as if waiting for approval. ]

[coherer]

(his cup goes untouched, a testament to how closely he's following this conversation. it acts as a middling area for his eyes to drift to when they're exchanging words; he barely blinks.)

That was good, guys. I feel... (will his encouragements sound condescending, like he knows the first thing he's talking about?) ... well, anyway, thank you for agreeing to this.

(suddenly sits up to make a real show of checking his watch, before pushing off of his thighs.) Didn't really have anything planned for after, but I gotta' get going here in a minute. Zelda's expecting me in a couple hours, so I'm gonna' figure out where to go and... jet.

[mensrea]

[ Stiles takes Sasuke’s word to heart, nodding briefly. Now that they’ve reached an accord, it’s almost embarrassing to realize how easy talking things out was – but he knows they never would have made it this far without Jonas’ intervention. He snorts quietly to himself, imagining their friend with a pair of spectacles and a notebook, seated beside a chaise longue where a therapy patient waits. That amusing mental image quickly dissipates as it becomes clear Jonas intends to leave; eyes widening, Stiles realizes that he might be expected to see Sasuke out. No thanks. They’ve made progress and he’s not eager to undo everything literally five minutes afterwards. He all but launches himself out of the armchair. ]

Awesome, that’s great, remember to tell her I said hi, glad she wasn’t mauled to death by a bear, it was good seeing you Sasuke, I’m just gonna –

[ And he’s gone. Stiles dashes back up the stairs, the sound of his bedroom door opening and then closing. ]

[eyeforaneye]

[ It's a strange kind of entertainment to watch the changes in Stiles's facial expression, from amusement to awkwardness to quiet horror to a forced casualness all in a flash. And then he's gone. Incredible. ]

You don't need to-- [ The door closes, somewhere in the distance. ] --lie.

... a couple of hours? And yet you gave him a way out that early.

[coherer]

(watches him sprint to his room, sighing out some amusement.)

And why not? Didn't he look like he needed it? (stiles was wasting away in that chair, stressed to high heavens; doesn't take a genius.) I do have to map the walk... never been out that way.

(ducking his head to check his pockets for cigarettes, remembering he's out. he'll be rolling his own now.)

Still coming?

[eyeforaneye]

Yes. He's bad at explaining himself and dealing with moods he finds uncomfortable.

[ Which is... incredible coming from him, and he actually takes the moment to bask in that realization. Had he handled that better than another person? Any other person? He finds himself wondering not for the first time and not for the last what else is going on with Stiles, but venturing anywhere close to asking outright has ended badly.

Sasuke stands then, straightening new clothes as he approaches. ]

Fine, we'll go. It's for the best if I take a look at empty houses along the way anyhow.