It's been nearly a week without Lydia. Stiles has gone from anxious to angry to sullen in that space of time - why bring her along if they were just going to take her away? Who killed her if that's what happened? He wants revenge but he's not even sure if that's the case.
So he's moped. Learning to fly has only somewhat mitigated the moping, and Joker has poked at him, but he can only do so much.
He's still working his repair job as well, to actually get money instead of paying off the dent he caused Joker's shuttle to get. He's just come home from that shift, and showered. Before he can text someone, though, the door swishes open.
And he hears Lydia.
He comes bursting out of his room at a dead run, his eyes wide. Because yes - that's Lydia standing there.
"Oh my god," he says faintly, and then runs over to her and - well, he hugs her. A huge crushing hug. She smells a little funny like she hasn't bathed in a few days but he doesn't care, because Lydia.
"Holy crap! Where the hell were you? I thought you were dead!" He rapidly cycles through surprise and anger while he's holding her - but mostly, he's relieved she's here and alive.
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So he's moped. Learning to fly has only somewhat mitigated the moping, and Joker has poked at him, but he can only do so much.
He's still working his repair job as well, to actually get money instead of paying off the dent he caused Joker's shuttle to get. He's just come home from that shift, and showered. Before he can text someone, though, the door swishes open.
And he hears Lydia.
He comes bursting out of his room at a dead run, his eyes wide. Because yes - that's Lydia standing there.
"Oh my god," he says faintly, and then runs over to her and - well, he hugs her. A huge crushing hug. She smells a little funny like she hasn't bathed in a few days but he doesn't care, because Lydia.
"Holy crap! Where the hell were you? I thought you were dead!" He rapidly cycles through surprise and anger while he's holding her - but mostly, he's relieved she's here and alive.