Yeah, what his dad should and should not know is so not a fight they're
having anytime soon. Stiles has that fight with himself often enough as is.
In the one hand, knowing something would maybe keep his dad safer on those
weird calls that Beacon Hills tended to get too many of. On the other, he'd
ground Stiles permanently for all the risks he'd taken. And besides, Stiles
knows better than anyone; knowing more just means more can happen to you.
The weird and the horrifying finds you that much faster.
But the funny thing is, he doesn't blame Derek for any of it anymore. He
blames Peter some, for starting all this and sucking Scott and Derek into
it. He blames the Argents for being so bugfuck crazy, all of them, even the
ones he doesn't dislike as much as the others. He understands maybe better
than Derek does that none of that is his fault. They just...got sucked into
this mess. Maybe it would be easier if he did blame Derek and cut all ties.
He can't do that, though. Definitely not anymore.
Picking up the book, Stiles holds it over his face, eyes not quite focusing
on the words. "You're exhausted, too," Stiles points out, clearly too tired
for French existentialism. "But you're here taking care of me instead of
resting. Who's taking care of you?" He wouldn't even have said anything if
he weren't so tired, but he is--and for once, he's not really thinking.
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Date: 2014-10-15 02:39 am (UTC)Yeah, what his dad should and should not know is so not a fight they're having anytime soon. Stiles has that fight with himself often enough as is. In the one hand, knowing something would maybe keep his dad safer on those weird calls that Beacon Hills tended to get too many of. On the other, he'd ground Stiles permanently for all the risks he'd taken. And besides, Stiles knows better than anyone; knowing more just means more can happen to you. The weird and the horrifying finds you that much faster.
But the funny thing is, he doesn't blame Derek for any of it anymore. He blames Peter some, for starting all this and sucking Scott and Derek into it. He blames the Argents for being so bugfuck crazy, all of them, even the ones he doesn't dislike as much as the others. He understands maybe better than Derek does that none of that is his fault. They just...got sucked into this mess. Maybe it would be easier if he did blame Derek and cut all ties. He can't do that, though. Definitely not anymore.
Picking up the book, Stiles holds it over his face, eyes not quite focusing on the words. "You're exhausted, too," Stiles points out, clearly too tired for French existentialism. "But you're here taking care of me instead of resting. Who's taking care of you?" He wouldn't even have said anything if he weren't so tired, but he is--and for once, he's not really thinking.