Kid, why don't you just hold on to that question for later. Might think of something better to ask in the meanwhile.
[He doesn't want to answer this - and he's giving Stiles an out to hold out on him, keep another IOU in the form of an owed question. Also not so subtly trying to tell him to stop poking at sore and literally open wounds right now, because he really doesn't want to reflect on the shit he's already suffering through. He pushes to get up from the couch, less to walk away from this and more to head into the kitchen to look for a knife bigger than the piece of shit in his bag.
The tin can goes nuts and he's not sure why he's surprised, but he scowls at it like he is, before retreating back to the living space a moment later with a cut cigar in his mouth, freshly lit. Totally what a dying man with lungs that eke blood's certainly supposed to do, right? He sits back down, but more to the edge of the sofa cushion this time.]
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[He doesn't want to answer this - and he's giving Stiles an out to hold out on him, keep another IOU in the form of an owed question. Also not so subtly trying to tell him to stop poking at sore and literally open wounds right now, because he really doesn't want to reflect on the shit he's already suffering through. He pushes to get up from the couch, less to walk away from this and more to head into the kitchen to look for a knife bigger than the piece of shit in his bag.
The tin can goes nuts and he's not sure why he's surprised, but he scowls at it like he is, before retreating back to the living space a moment later with a cut cigar in his mouth, freshly lit. Totally what a dying man with lungs that eke blood's certainly supposed to do, right? He sits back down, but more to the edge of the sofa cushion this time.]
That or ask something else.