[He hasn't tried talking to her, either. In fact, other than exchanging the occasional taunt or barb with Jackson, he hasn't said much at all since the day he landed in Zero. There's nothing to say. He doesn't regret defending himself, doesn't regret taking his anger out on the other boy. Jackson's lucky that Stiles hadn't killed him. His self-control as a werewolf is much tighter than it ever was when he was human. His actions are always intentional, deliberate.
If and when he hurts someone, it's because he intends to hurt them.
It's why he's dangerous.
Jackson was released earlier that day, and while he's glad he doesn't have to be in the same space with him anymore, he's bitter that he's still locked away. Bitter that despite all the reasons he has for his actions the previous day, he's still the one being punished. This Barge isn't so different from his own after all. He's just usually on the delivering end of the punishments and not the receiving.
It's fine. He'll deal. He's laying on the floor on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he absently rubs his thumbnail over the deep wounds in his arm that aren't healing as fast as they should. He glances over at Lydia briefly when she arrives, eyes the comforter she's carrying, watches as she spreads it out on the floor and sits down with a book.
He returns his gaze to the ceiling, saying nothing.]
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If and when he hurts someone, it's because he intends to hurt them.
It's why he's dangerous.
Jackson was released earlier that day, and while he's glad he doesn't have to be in the same space with him anymore, he's bitter that he's still locked away. Bitter that despite all the reasons he has for his actions the previous day, he's still the one being punished. This Barge isn't so different from his own after all. He's just usually on the delivering end of the punishments and not the receiving.
It's fine. He'll deal. He's laying on the floor on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he absently rubs his thumbnail over the deep wounds in his arm that aren't healing as fast as they should. He glances over at Lydia briefly when she arrives, eyes the comforter she's carrying, watches as she spreads it out on the floor and sits down with a book.
He returns his gaze to the ceiling, saying nothing.]