[Lydia winces. They aren't subtle but if it gets them to leave for a while, she can't really complain. Because she needs to get her head together. All of the memories of her other self are mixed up with her own. Including the ones before the barges crashed.
The ones of her other self and the other Stiles. Lots of them. She shakes her head to clear it at least somewhat and when she opens her eyes again, she looks at Scott only. Lydia Martin doesn't blush, but her face certainly feels warm right now. Because it's Stiles and she knows she will have to talk to him about this eventually. She can't risk not to. They need each other too much.]
Stiles | Scott | Lydia Spam
The ones of her other self and the other Stiles. Lots of them. She shakes her head to clear it at least somewhat and when she opens her eyes again, she looks at Scott only. Lydia Martin doesn't blush, but her face certainly feels warm right now. Because it's Stiles and she knows she will have to talk to him about this eventually. She can't risk not to. They need each other too much.]
Water will be good.