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[018. Why don't you lock me up with joy and kisses?]

[Private Video - Peter]
[She's still not happy after talking to Stiles. After going down to Zero and shoving pillows, blankets and food at the two idiots, she's calmer, though. Because at least they are both alive and pissed off at each other, which is just the natural order of the universe. If they were hurting or feeling remorse, she'd be more worried. Probably. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want more details.]

Hey. I went to see Stiles and Jackson. Could you tell me what happened? I know there's not much of a point in asking them for the truth.

[Video - Wardens]
There are two inmates currently at Zero. Peter Parker took care of breaking a fight and taking them there, but I'm volunteering to take care of them until they are released. They aren't really dangerous to anyone but themselves. And it's mostly because they are being complete idiots.

I just ask that you please don't taunt them, or give them more reasons to be angry.

[Open Spam]
[It's a couple of days later and she finds herself going back to Zero again. She stops by the kitchen to pick up some food, but just for one person this time. Then by her room on the 5th floor to grab a comforter and a book. And then makes her way down to see Stiles.]

[Spam - Stiles]
[She's heard about Jackson getting out of Zero, and although she's been making her way there every day to bring them food and snacks, she hasn't actually been talking to either of them. Both because she's angry, disappointed, upset. And because she knows it will only make things worse. Because she cares about both of them. She wants to help both of them. And they will only be angrier to see her helping the other. The further apart they are, the better off everyone is.

Today, however, since Stiles is there alone. She plans on spending most, if not the rest of the day with him. She gets there and wordlessly sets his tray down and pushes it under the bars. Unlike all other days, however, she places her folded comforter on the ground and sits down by his cell. Adjusting until she's comfortable, then setting her book on her lap and turning to look at him.]

[Spam - Jackson]
[After seeing Stiles, and spending some time with him, she finally makes her way over to Jackson's cabin and knocks on the door. The last two times she saw him, he was completely broken, upset and more lost than she's ever seen him.

Now, she's not really sure what to expect. Surely glares thrown in her direction, but those never really bothered her. She can put up with his bad mood and attitude if she feels like she's actually getting through to him. Helping him. Because while she may have limited time to get through to Stiles, Jackson is not going anywhere. He's a long term project and she knows she can actually get him to be better if she doesn't give up on him. And Lydia doesn't give up.]

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[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.]

[ 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. ]

[When she gets to the kitchen she'll find a suite of clothes leaning on the kitchen counter and waiting for water to boil. If there's an electric kettle around here Jim hasn't found it yet, but he has found where they're hiding the tea. And he's already begun stockpiling it in anticipation of further warden interference.]

Good day, miss. [He gives her a slight nod of his hat.]

[Allison has been staying with Stiles every possible moment she can. She doesn't know how much progress she's making, but she's doing the best she can. She leaves him only when she has to for basic things like grabbing food and using the bathroom...or to check in on Tig, or to work her shift in the kitchen...

She hasn't been this busy in a long time, but she barely feels it. She's taking care of people, her pack is growing...she's strong enough to handle it. Leading her people, protecting her territory, she's in her element.

She's also heading back down to Zero to sit with Stiles again when she scents Lydia near the fifth floor. She leaves the stairs and moves down the corridor, smiling when she spots her leaving her cabin.]

Lydia! Can I help you with that?

I know you probably don't want an escort. But if you want some company, let me know.

You know, shockingly? Neither one of them's being that cooperative.

I'd say "chatty" too, but that'd make it sound like they weren't yelling at me and each other the whole time.

Is it all right if I ask for more details, or would that start another argument again?

[Gretel is tired, and thus short on patience. But she's trying to approach this a little better than she did the conversation they had about Jackson the last time, if only because she knows Lydia better now.]

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