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[The breach ends and Scott is exhausted, from the drifts and the new memories and the attacks. He doesn't want to think about how many people got hurt there, because it's impossible not to think of that place as real. There's another him somewhere, piloting a Jaeger with another Clementine, and they're both fighting for their lives.

He makes his way back to his bedroom and drops face first onto the bed, not realizing how long he's actually been asleep. That's where he'll be found, but the usual conga line of visitors. Except this time, he'll probably wake up when people start talking around him.]

[Public Video, later]

[Scott looks really weirded out. Like. Really. For a moment he just stares into the camera; it passes, and he shakes his head like he needs to physically clear it.]

Okay, so...I guess I was asleep for a while. Sorry, if that freaked anyone out. [A beat.] It's totally freaking me out.

Anyway, I'm back, so if anyone needs me, uh, I'm here? I guess I never actually left...[He mutters the last to himself, and decides to turn the feed off there before he starts babbling incoherently.]

[Private to Clementine]

How are you?

[It's not a lead in to something else. It's not just polite small talk. When he asks, he means it. He's worried about her, because in the unlikely chance she needed him, he wasn't awake to answer.]

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Hey, relax. We got it. It's fine, Dude.

[He shrugs a little.]

Kira I think. She calmed him down.

Yeah?

[He smiles a little to hear that Kira was the one to take care of things. He smiles a little when Kira comes up at all, lately.]

Okay, okay it's fine. I'll talk to him and....hopefully we won't have to handcuff him to the radiator.

[If it was anyone else, Stiles would just shrug off the way the other boy's eyes light up at the mention of Kira's name. But this isn't anyone else. It's Scott. Stiles narrows his eyes a little, cocks his head to the side.]

Or make him drink water out of a doggie bowl with his name on it.

So. Kira, huh?

[He's not exactly surprised. Kira's awesome. She's pretty and smart and fun to hang out with and it's clear things had been headed in the general direction of romance back home between her and Scott. But things here are different. Everything here is kind of different.]

[Scott's smile almost immediately turns sheepish, embarrassed. For a second he hesitates, but it's Stiles, so it's not like there was a real chance of holding back.]

I just, I dunno. I like her. [He pauses for maybe a second before deciding total honesty is best.] I like her a lot.

But there's...I can't just. Never see Daneca again. That doesn't feel right.

[He nods at the admission.]

She's very likable. [His voice is casual and he drops into the desk chair.]

Of course not. [He considers for a long moment.] Are you thinking about going to see her again?

I'm....kinda.

[He drops onto his bed, burying his face in the blankets for a moment.]

Lydia talked to me about it and...It's not really fair, is it? To her. [A beat] Or to me, I guess. But it's not like I can ask her to come back to the Barge, or Beacon Hills, and I can't....I can't leave home. [Not permanently, not to another world.]

I just think I should at least talk to her first. Tell her about it.

[He can read between those lines pretty well. Scott's come to the same realization that Stiles always worried about when it came to his best friend seeing someone who lives in another universe. But Stiles isn't as forward as Lydia is when it comes to telling Scott the thing he doesn't want to hear. Stiles had always known Scott would come to that conclusion eventually, on his own.

He'll push him about a lot of things, but this isn't one of them. This isn't his area of expertise or his strong suit by any means. So he purses his lips and nods.]

Yeah, of course, man. [His voice is quiet.]

[It hits him a moment after he nods that, duh, of course Stiles knew it all along. He smiles a little, glancing over at his friend. Grabbing a pillow, he tosses it at Stiles' head.]

Yeah, of course, man. [He mimics it, but a smile pulls at his mouth.]

[The pillow smacks into the side of his face before he can realize it's even been thrown and he narrows his eyes. Then he rises to his feet, arching his eyebrows.]

Paybacks, man.

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