there’s a soft hiccup exhaling from his lips as feet stumble into the loft, the door felt weirdly heavier than usual and probably because he couldn’t even move half his limbs. it’s a miracle he’s gotten here in the first place. ❝ dae !! daeeee. ❞ there’s another hiccup as feet tumble back and forth trying to find the other. luckily she comes to him and after finally reaching her hands reach out to hold onto her shoulders. ❝ i have too…i have to tell you something. ❞ the playfulness washes away and soon there is sorrow filling once again, no matter how much alcohol is consumed the teen still can’t get rid of the sight that happened within the library. ❝ i i murdered someone. ❞ lower lip quivers slightly as hands fall from their grip and whiskey irises glance at them. ❝ i can’t believe i murdered someone. ❞
the stench of alcohol is overwhelming and it’s burns her nose. she almost didn’t recognize it was stiles until she heard him calling for her. feet find the floor quick and she’s rushing to him, reaching out to help support the intoxicated teen. this was certainly a first. ‘ okay, stiles, let’s get you… — ‘ just when she’s about to suggest for other to get some rest his words bring her to a dead stop. now, she very well realizes that this could just be an affect the alcohol has on him, but she can see how those words weigh heavy on him. dae gently guides him towards the couch and helps him settle. it was probably wise to wait until he was sober, but she needed to know the truth behind his admission. ‘ stiles, what’re you talking about? ‘