Oh. Well. You're welcome. Both for the ice cream and the save. And the shake! Wow, you're welcome three times over. I'm such a generous friend. Handsome, too. Good at everything. All around impressive. I could say we should duke out who's gonna pay for next time next time, but. I mean. Let's not. I'm kinda out of money. I don't think being a student pays half as well as having actual work. Feel free to lavish expensive chicken tenders and pretzel dips on me whenever we hang out at the arcade. Permission granted.
[ this is where he would segue the conversation into... digging a little deeper into billy, finding out things about him he might want to know. hey, can i ask you something, followed by... well, just a couple of questions he's got on his mind. it's hard to do that, though - the bomb he dropped at the ice cream store is still weighing on him pretty hard, and try as he might to avoid it, stiles thinks he has to address it, just long enough to apologize. he won't dwell, but - ugh, he's not going to be able to settle down until he does. ]
Hey, real quick - I just wanted to say thanks for listening to me about everything. The, uh - you know. Cool ticking time bomb I let you in on without warning. If you've got any questions about it, I guess I just want to say feel free to ask? Don't force yourself to come up with anything if you don't, though. Just, you know. Open door policy. And, uh, I guess I also just wanted to apologize for bringing it up at all. I kind of regret telling you. Not because I don't trust you? It's just a lot to drop on the really sweet dude who brings you cupcakes for your birthday.
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Both for the ice cream and the save. And the shake! Wow, you're welcome three times over. I'm such a generous friend. Handsome, too. Good at everything. All around impressive.
I could say we should duke out who's gonna pay for next time next time, but.
I mean.
Let's not. I'm kinda out of money. I don't think being a student pays half as well as having actual work.
Feel free to lavish expensive chicken tenders and pretzel dips on me whenever we hang out at the arcade. Permission granted.
[ this is where he would segue the conversation into... digging a little deeper into billy, finding out things about him he might want to know. hey, can i ask you something, followed by... well, just a couple of questions he's got on his mind. it's hard to do that, though - the bomb he dropped at the ice cream store is still weighing on him pretty hard, and try as he might to avoid it, stiles thinks he has to address it, just long enough to apologize. he won't dwell, but - ugh, he's not going to be able to settle down until he does. ]
Hey, real quick - I just wanted to say thanks for listening to me about everything. The, uh - you know. Cool ticking time bomb I let you in on without warning.
If you've got any questions about it, I guess I just want to say feel free to ask? Don't force yourself to come up with anything if you don't, though. Just, you know. Open door policy.
And, uh, I guess I also just wanted to apologize for bringing it up at all. I kind of regret telling you.
Not because I don't trust you? It's just a lot to drop on the really sweet dude who brings you cupcakes for your birthday.