After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝ The very essence of romance is uncertainty❞ - Oscar Wilde
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Arlo was just standing over Stiles' unconscious body that is laying on a couch, in his and Otto's apartment. His arms are crossed as a hand rest in front of his face, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Are you going to just stare at him while he's unconscious? It's pretty weird, and that's coming from someone who can resurrect themselves." Otto chuckles, walking into the living.
Arlo looks at the other male. "Why are you walking around? I told you to sit down and rest." He says.
"Babe, I'm fine, thanks to Stiles, I feel way better." Otto smiles reassuringly to the taller male. He looks at Stiles and lets out a quiet sigh. "How are we going to tell him?"
Arlo looks back at the male on the couch. "I was thinking about that, but I think we just keep it from him for now."
Otto snaps his gaze him. "What? Are you crazy, that's not an option."
"Otto-"
"No Arlo, we're not keeping that he's our mate from him, we're not doing that. I know you, your excuse will be it's because you want to protect him, but we've see what he can do last night. He can protect himself, we're not keeping it from him, do you understand." Otto looks at him with a shake of his head.
Arlo is quiet, he doesn't answer.
"Arlo, I said do you understand?" Otto says sternly.
"Yes, I understand, when he wakes up, we'll tell him everything." Arlo says with a nod of his head.
"Good, now I'm going to go cook food because when he wakes up, he's going to be hungry." Otto says before walking towards the kitchen.
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The first thing Stiles' senses picks up is the heavenly scent of burgers, then it's the sound of two voices, then the feel of something soft under him. When everything comes back to him, he snaps his eyes open, but that's all he does. He turns his head only to see two figures standing in the kitchen area.
For some reason, his body relaxes, feeling a wave of safety wash over him. His hand comes up and grabs the top of the couch and he pulls himself up.
He looks around the living room, trying to get a sense of anything, the living is kinda basic. A basic brown couch that has white pillows, that does not match with the couch. A small wooden coffee table, and Stiles feels himself making a face at the bad taste of decoration.
