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[He's been back about an hour, just sitting in his room. It's not that he doesn't want to be here. He does. He needs to be here, to make things right again, and still all he wants is to rewind the clock, to go back to weeks ago, before their darkness spilled out into the world. Everything had looked bright. Okay. And now...

Now he understands why Stiles didn't want him to go back. Nothing will be like it was. Not until he saves Allison.

And he can't do that by letting people think he isn't here. He gets up, splashes water on his face, stares at himself in the mirror until he thinks his expression is normal. It's close enough. Drying off, he goes back to sit on the bed and picks up the communicator. When it clicks on, he smiles, and it's still Scott underneath, even if it's not quite as bright. He's older, though, only a year but it feels longer. His hair is shorter, he looks stronger. He's trying to hide the rest, and doing a decent job of it. But only decent.]

Hey, guys. I'm back.

[He waves his free hand. Semi-awkward Scott McCall is still under the new haircut! And is that a tattoo peeking out from under his left sleeve?]

So, did I miss anything good? I think...I was a troll, the last flood. How long ago was that?

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[Iris doesn't bother with the comm; she and the dogs just charge down to Scott's cabin, stopping only to gather some doughnuts on the way.]

Cooooooeeee! Welcome wagon!

[He can hear them outside the door, smell them too if he really tries. For just a second, Scott stays where he is. Iris will know something's off. He remembers her well enough to remember that vibe. She notices things. But he can't just pretend he's not home, and he doesn't really want to turn into a hermit.

So he gets up, opens the door and smiles. He holds his hands out for the dogs, scratching their heads.]

Hey! Did you bring my doughnuts?

[She holds the plate up, giggling, and sets it down before she elbows the dogs aside to hug Scott herself.]

You smelled 'em coming, didn't you? Oooh, it's good to see you back.

[Iris can tell, as easily as he can scent or hear, exactly how much of his time has passed. She doesn't know the details, but she saw Stiles' post, she can taste the weight of new pain on him. After a moment, she holds him out at arms' length to look him up and down.]

Been bad, 'asn't it, my darling?

Yeah, I totally did.

[He grins, and lets her pull him in. He doesn't know her well enough to cry on her shoulder - she's not his mom - but she's the kind of person to care about you, and that's kind of comforting.

Still, he has to make himself make eye contact when she pulls back. His smile shrinks, tinged by sadness.]

It hasn't been great.

Just a couple days. [That seems easier to address than "who died", because he knows, even if he didn't ask Stiles for details.

And he's not totally sure of how to approach this, because he doesn't know if Scott wants to talk, or will be pissed to know Stiles said something, or what, so. There's sort of a pause while he tries to figure out what to say.]

How long was it for you?

What, seriously?

[That's just a little mind blowing.]

It was a year, I think. Maybe more? I dunno, it's all kind of fuzzy, when I was here last.

Well, I'm Peter.

[It's a weak joke, but it's still something.] Do you need any help catching up on stuff?

Yeah, dude, I definitely didn't forget meeting Peter Parker.

[He smiles, though, shrugs.] Is there anything to really catch up on?

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Hey there, cream puff. Not long, just a few days.

[Gentle in its normalcy.]

Is that ink?

Cream puff. [He remembers that, laughs. Normalcy is nice, even if it's here.]

Huh? Oh-- [His hand goes to his arm, and he nods, pulling up his sleeve. It's just two bands, the upper thicker than the lower.] Yeah. I got it a couple months ago.

I like it.

[She tugs down one of her own cuffs, showing thick black lines around little panels of solid color, like stained glass. Part of a cracked yellow balance scale is tucked between shiny pink old burn scars, bits of other designs sliding under her sleeve.]

We can swap stories sometime, if you want.

[She's not asking, she's not putting him on the spot. But she's there to talk to sometime. If he wants.]

Thanks. [His fingers run over the bands. He got it as a reminder, and a reward - for not calling Allison all summer, for giving her the space she wanted. It was his open wound.

He knows now he'll never call her. The wound will never close. He tugs the sleeve down again, and fills his lungs to tell her it's not much of a story. That's not what comes out.]

Yeah, okay. Maybe later?

[It's not a brush off. Scott doesn't really do brush offs.]

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[He hadn't been expecting to see Scott this soon. He's torn somewhere between relieved and full of dread. He twists his fingers together in his lap, digging his nails into his skin as he wonders how he's supposed to do this. His heart is beating too fast and --

He forces himself to take a deep breath.]

Hey. It's only been a few days here. [He wants to ask, but asking seems really stupid. Of course Scott isn't okay.]

[He hadn't been expecting this little time to pass. He was kind of preparing for the people he knew to have moved on, for new people to show up - but only a few days? It's so weird.]

Yeah, I heard. Nothing crazy happened, then? [His smile is wry, and sad. He knows now.]

[Stiles can only imagine how disorienting it must be, really. It was disorienting when he'd first arrived and found that his best friend was still sixteen and that none of the worst things in their lives had happened yet. Yet. And now it has.]

No, it's been quiet. Calm. [Calmer than things have been at home in a long, long time.]

Good.

[He nods, lets out a breathe. For a long moment, he doesn't say anything, looking down. Then he swallows, meets Stiles' eyes again.]

Thanks. For not telling me.

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