[He's fully expecting her to lie. She's not herself. Or technically, he supposes, she is. And she's the opposite of the Lydia that he knows and loves. And if he hadn't just very recently been possessed by the ultimate of all tricksters, he probably would have fallen hook, line and sinker for her tears. But if there's one thing that Stiles has always been good at, it's manipulating people when he has to. And right now, he really kind of has to. Right now, he has to convince her that he believes everything she's saying.
And he needs to come up with a plan. Quickly. He closes the distance between them and rests his hands on her arms, a stricken expression on his face.]
Everything's just very fuzzy. Like a dream or something, I guess? Trust me, I really want to remember.
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And he needs to come up with a plan. Quickly. He closes the distance between them and rests his hands on her arms, a stricken expression on his face.]
Everything's just very fuzzy. Like a dream or something, I guess? Trust me, I really want to remember.