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Date: 2017-04-23 01:15 am (UTC)
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( he sighs a sad laugh at that one. he's doing his best to try and sleep more, after the disaster that not sleeping caused before... but insomnia is a hell of a beast, and sleeping without Stiles is proving harder than he'd have ever thought it would be.

it doesn't matter. he'll figure it out.

his brow tucks a little at the question, because it's definitely unexpected.
)

Sure. Of course. If you want to know, I can try. ( though he can't really think about it too much right now, it would be a good distraction later. ) Maybe when we get back to Oska. ( with that, he sighs. ) I should probably go now, though, unless you needed something else.

Date: 2017-04-29 03:50 am (UTC)
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( it's such a simple request, and yet a part of him isn't sure how to respond to it. why is probably not the right thing to stay. he stares at the top of his shoes for another exaggeratedly long moment before he risks her eyes.

Peter can't fathom why, yet it means something that she does. considering he has not shown himself to be much of a friend.
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I will, ( he says, offering a slight nod. ) That's what friends are for, right? ( he's never had many, but even without it he's fairly sure that's how it works. ) Thanks, Reika. I mean it.

Date: 2017-04-29 09:15 pm (UTC)
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( he's probably going to need it. he nods his head, before breathing out a sigh. )

I'll see you around, Reika. ( he's got a lot of other apologies to make. )