IC INBOX

[hypercompetent]

Yo, this is Stiles. I'm out saving the world or something, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
text > voicemail > email > whatever!

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[hypercompetent]

[ Most of these texts are getting answered with smiley faces, or proud of you jokes, or anything that's not this. But Stiles stares at it for a long while. Thinks about Derek carrying the body in. About the look on Isaac's face, the sting from the bruise on his face where Isaac socked him afterwards. ]

I don't know.

[ He really doesn't. ]

i'm pretty ready for this to be over.

[resent]

So am I.
The dead aren't meant to be alive.
The alive aren't meant to be dead. Not this early. Not like this.