[ There's a brief moment of panic, rare, but he covers up the fact he freezes quick enough, ignoring the way his heart is beating faster and blood in pounding in his ears. It's Stiles, and there's no rules, no protocol here, which means no reason to keep it the secret he thought it was.
He swallows his mouthful, the half-eaten slice lowering to the counter, dangling lamely in his hand, and he takes in a deep breath, releasing it slowly to compose himself. ]
If you're getting at what I think you are, then - [ He shrugs, like it's no big deal. ] - sure.
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He swallows his mouthful, the half-eaten slice lowering to the counter, dangling lamely in his hand, and he takes in a deep breath, releasing it slowly to compose himself. ]
If you're getting at what I think you are, then - [ He shrugs, like it's no big deal. ] - sure.