Oh my god, okay, you can't just say things like that after I've made the active decision to try and give you some space. I'm this close to choking you out for not coming to me. You should've come to me. I could've fixed it. I fix everything, dude, that's what I do. I'm the fixer. And the planner. I plan ways to fix things. And then I execute those plans! Flawlessly! Every time! I would have helped you.
[ somehow. he doesn't know how, but - but he would've. would've been there with billy while he was blacked out in the dirt, at least. billy promises to show up on his doorstep one day and stiles doesn't believe him, frankly, because he knows what self-sacrificing heroic pieces of shit are like, but. fine. it's fine. hopefully billy will never get that hurt again. hopefully it's a non-issue. ]
God. Anyway. Um. I don't really know how to tell you more. It's all wrapped up in secrets that aren't mine to share. Hold on.
[ there's - a few seconds of deliberation in his head before he slowly commits to what he thinks is a decent explanation of things while maintaining a certain level of anonymity for his friends. ]
So - there are some slightly, uh... supernatural elements at play in the California I came from. There's this - substance? It's a powder. It's, uh. A derivative of a plant. It's a plant in powdered form. Kind of. It has some properties? Supernatural properties. As previously made obvious by my talking about California harboring... supernatural... elements. Uh. This dude, who is like - uh - woodland Obi-Wan? Only, like, with a less active role in anything significant? He gave me some of that powder so I could do a thing, and he was like. "Only you can do this vaguely described thing that's being awkwardly censored for the sake of protecting the privacy of people who Billy doesn't even know, Stiles," and I was like, woah, okay, cool. And I had to do that thing... with that powder... and I had to believe that I could do it in order to make the powder work, which in turn would make the thing happen. And there was this whole thing about how my power of belief can - kickstart things into happening. Fake Obi-Wan called me a spark. Something that can ignite... things. Metaphorically. Spiritaully? Contextually. Not physically. I think. Maybe? I don't know. I went home and tried to bend a spoon with my mind for a solid three days and it didn't so much as tremble, so. I'm pretty sure it was just the weird magic powder having a weird magical fluke.
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I'm this close to choking you out for not coming to me. You should've come to me.
I could've fixed it. I fix everything, dude, that's what I do. I'm the fixer. And the planner. I plan ways to fix things. And then I execute those plans! Flawlessly! Every time!
I would have helped you.
[ somehow. he doesn't know how, but - but he would've. would've been there with billy while he was blacked out in the dirt, at least. billy promises to show up on his doorstep one day and stiles doesn't believe him, frankly, because he knows what self-sacrificing heroic pieces of shit are like, but. fine. it's fine. hopefully billy will never get that hurt again. hopefully it's a non-issue. ]
God. Anyway. Um.
I don't really know how to tell you more. It's all wrapped up in secrets that aren't mine to share. Hold on.
[ there's - a few seconds of deliberation in his head before he slowly commits to what he thinks is a decent explanation of things while maintaining a certain level of anonymity for his friends. ]
So - there are some slightly, uh... supernatural elements at play in the California I came from.
There's this - substance? It's a powder. It's, uh. A derivative of a plant. It's a plant in powdered form. Kind of.
It has some properties? Supernatural properties. As previously made obvious by my talking about California harboring... supernatural... elements. Uh.
This dude, who is like - uh - woodland Obi-Wan? Only, like, with a less active role in anything significant? He gave me some of that powder so I could do a thing, and he was like.
"Only you can do this vaguely described thing that's being awkwardly censored for the sake of protecting the privacy of people who Billy doesn't even know, Stiles," and I was like, woah, okay, cool.
And I had to do that thing... with that powder... and I had to believe that I could do it in order to make the powder work, which in turn would make the thing happen.
And there was this whole thing about how my power of belief can - kickstart things into happening. Fake Obi-Wan called me a spark. Something that can ignite... things. Metaphorically. Spiritaully? Contextually. Not physically. I think. Maybe?
I don't know. I went home and tried to bend a spoon with my mind for a solid three days and it didn't so much as tremble, so.
I'm pretty sure it was just the weird magic powder having a weird magical fluke.