[ He pulls open the door. And what she gets is far worse than anything before. There's no glares. No anger. Just indifference. He's fresh off a workout, bare chested with a shirt in his hand. He regards her with a cold eye, before pulling it on.
He'd been working out harder than ever. Using it to hide. To feed his denial. With all Stiles had said to him, with the way Lydia had treated Stiles down there. It didn't sit right with him. But he refused to look any deeper into it. Because he knew, deep down, it would destroy him. So he hid from it. Running harder. Utilizing the gym. Staying focused. ]
Did you want something?
[ His voice was cold. If he pushed her away, then she couldn't hurt him. The same old song and dance. ]
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He'd been working out harder than ever. Using it to hide. To feed his denial. With all Stiles had said to him, with the way Lydia had treated Stiles down there. It didn't sit right with him. But he refused to look any deeper into it. Because he knew, deep down, it would destroy him. So he hid from it. Running harder. Utilizing the gym. Staying focused. ]
Did you want something?
[ His voice was cold. If he pushed her away, then she couldn't hurt him. The same old song and dance. ]