[ Though insecurity and doubt had him expecting this answer, it still comes as an unpleasant shock to his system. Stiles feels both too hot and cold, the warm rush of humiliation washing over the chill of disappointment and heartbreak. What an idiot he is. After what happened in the storage closet, after Itachi just left without a word, he should have known better than to even ask. Swallowing past the bile crawling up his throat, he types out various half-conscious responses before deleting them all in turn, mind preoccupied with self-pity and -loathing.
Eventually, he manages to manufacture a basic response, stripped of his usual personality. ]
Cool. I’ll let you know where I end up then.
That’s all I wanted to talk about [ – It’s not. ] so I’ll let you go.
For the first time in knowing Stiles, he finds himself at a loss for how to continue the conversation. And with that comes a keen, dawning realization he does want to continue it. In the past, he might have felt satisfied—relieved—to be done.
Now...]
Did you take my shirt?
[It’s the first thing that comes to mind; small talk is not his strength.]
[ The lie is sent before he can second guess himself. If Itachi wants the damn shirt back, that’s too bad; Stiles has already laundered it and intends to keep it.
Yet it does beg the question – how does Itachi know it’s missing? Obviously the man left the storage closet without it, but did he return for it later? Why did he return? Just for the shirt? Stiles could ask these questions, except he finds himself paralyzed by cowardly fear of how the shinobi will answer. ]
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Eventually, he manages to manufacture a basic response, stripped of his usual personality. ]
Cool. I’ll let you know where I end up then.
That’s all I wanted to talk about [ – It’s not. ] so I’ll let you go.
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For the first time in knowing Stiles, he finds himself at a loss for how to continue the conversation. And with that comes a keen, dawning realization he does want to continue it. In the past, he might have felt satisfied—relieved—to be done.
Now...]
Did you take my shirt?
[It’s the first thing that comes to mind; small talk is not his strength.]
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[ The lie is sent before he can second guess himself. If Itachi wants the damn shirt back, that’s too bad; Stiles has already laundered it and intends to keep it.
Yet it does beg the question – how does Itachi know it’s missing? Obviously the man left the storage closet without it, but did he return for it later? Why did he return? Just for the shirt? Stiles could ask these questions, except he finds himself paralyzed by cowardly fear of how the shinobi will answer. ]
I gotta go. Talk to you later.
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Or maybe Stiles is busy and he's being paranoid. That possibility burns in his self-awareness, guilty and sore. He should trust Stiles.]
All right. I will contact you if anything important changes.