( Good save, Stiles, because you really don't need Lydia judging you right now. And she totally would judge you. Maybe just for a few seconds. Or maybe minutes. But there would be judging. )

I didn't think they were that cute. Tinkerbell sparkles every time she takes a step.

( Well, that's bleak, Stiles... )

We do have a choice. Maybe not in this, but we've made plenty of our own choices. Not always. But sometimes, we do. ( It's likely that the two of them could agree on a great many things, of late. Even if she's behind, even if all their memories don't mesh up, there's enough there that they're closer than they ever were before. And likely closer than either of them ever thought they would be. )

Come do some research with me, then. Between the two of us, we ought to make decent time on devouring all of their available literature.