[Prada moves to his other side when Lydia shifts so she's half on Stiles' lap. He rests a hand on her knee absently, expression troubled even as he thinks about her question. He shakes his head after a moment.]
Yeah. I just...knew. [He purses his lips and gazes at her.] You, too, right? I mean you called my name out before you actually saw me. [He'd been on the other side of the door.]
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Yeah. I just...knew. [He purses his lips and gazes at her.] You, too, right? I mean you called my name out before you actually saw me. [He'd been on the other side of the door.]