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After I hang with Stiles, avoiding the apartment until Lydia goes to sleep? She doesn't want to talk to me. [ She won't let him apologize! ] So, nothing. Are you still in the hospital? Do you need me to sneak in a flask? [ He'd do it! ]

[ He winces, sympathetic. ] That bad? [ He laughs at that; he's supposed to be the one corrupting, it's how it goes. ] Nah, I made it home. You wanna come over and put a dent in my stash or go out somewhere?

Pretty bad. [ Really bad. Scott's just thinking about Clint's well-being and drinking needs, really! ] We can dent your stash. Bigger chance of my mom not randomly walking in. [ And while she wouldn't go crazy, it's just not something he needs to deal with. ] You're allowed to drink, right? [ With a broken arm? ] Stupid question. I can be there around nine, nine-thirty?

My place it is. Let me send over the address.

[ There's a moment of quiet, nothing but the tapping of buttons, and then a text goes through. ]

Got it? [ Not only for Scott's sanity, but he'd appreciate his mom never finding out he's willing to supply alcohol to kids; it never leaves a good impression. ] Got no plans to leave the apartment for the rest of the day, so whenever is good.

[ He makes note of the address. ]

Yeah, I got it.

[ He just needs to give Lydia her space. He'll try again tomorrow. And his mother... he knows she doesn't blame him. But, after dropping by quickly to make sure Rory hasn't returned and tells his mom he'll be back later on. He resists the urge to check Lydia's room, to even knock.

His mom left dinner out for him. He eats while she sits in silence. They don't have to talk about it. She kisses his forehead and goes into the other room. Grabbing his jacket, he checks the address again and heads there around nine.

Thinking he's found it, he knocks. ]

Catch you later.

[ Clint doesn't do much with the time between then and now, but he does give the apartment a bit of a going over, especially since he's been left living there alone he's not been keeping up with it as well as he probably should.

The apartment is spacious enough with an archway to the left of the front door leading to the kitchen and four doors leading from the living space to the right containing three bedrooms and a bathroom, and other than dog toys scattered around the room, a games console on the floor in front of the TV, and his bow and arrows laid out to one side the place is decent enough.

He reigns in the excited dogs and pulls open the door, a warm smile on his face when he sees Scott. ]

Hey, buddy, come on in.

[ A bit of nervousness that he went to the wrong place evaporates as he sees Clint. He grins. ]

Hey. Thanks. [ He does so, taking a good long look around the apartment. It's cool. Is that a quiver? Allison would love him. Of course he spends time with archers. ] I didn't bring anything.

You brought yourself.

[ He wanders off into the kitchen after nudging the front door shut with his foot, leaving Scott to the fussing dogs with wagging tails and lolling tongues.

Clinking of bottles carries from the kitchen before he actually reappears a minute later, beer bottles cradled in arms and a bottle of something stronger. ]

Make yourself at home, everyone else does.

[ He's right about that. Scott gives the dogs another pet before standing up. He gives his apartment a look before smiling at him and taking a seat on the couch. Is this okay? It must be okay. It's a couch. ]

I like your apartment. And your dogs. They're awesome.

Looks like the feeling's mutual.

[ He pushes a bottle over towards his side of the table and gestures towards with it his head for him to help himself. ]

Place's too big for one guy, but I figured I'd hold onto it. [ He takes a generous gulp. ] When I first got here, I lived with someone for a while. He left, came back with a mutual friend, but it didn't stick. You and your mom settling in okay?

[ Scott takes the bottle in hand with a smile. ] Thanks.

You could get roommates. [ An idea! Or, more roommates. ] Yeah, we really are. It's good. She's working at the hospital now. I have the clinic. It's not bad. Sorry about your friend. And his mutual friend.

Yeah, I thought about that. Not sure who'd be willing to put up with me, but it's something to put out there. [ There was a time when living alone would have been heaven, but here, now, not so much.

He smiles, then, though, genuinely pleased. ] City's lucky to have the McCalls. And that reminds me, whenever you need help with the clinic? Drop me a message, point me in the right direction.

I would. Without my mom, I'd be. I'm sure there'd be plenty of others. You're awesome.

[ He smiles in response. ] I will. I'll be sure to. Thanks, Clint. [ That earns him a cheers. ]</small. You really are awesome.

Your mom's too great to ditch. [ And kind of hot, but he's so not admitting to that out loud. In front of her son. Ever. ]

Steady on, I won't get my head through doorways at this rate. Besides, you should speak for yourself.

She's amazing. [ Her son's hot, too. Feel free to admit that. ]

What do you mean?

[ He can't argue with the fact he's a handsome young man. ]

You're liberal with the compliments, it's not something I'm used to. [ He never seeks it, either, but it could probably use it more often. ] And if anyone's awesome, it's definitely you. You've been here five minutes and already the City's gained from it.

[ The brackets rest their case. ]

Not yet. But, I hope it will. And thanks. I think we can both be awesome. Think the City can handle it?

Not sure about that, I think we could definitely keep them on their toes between us.

We'll manage somehow! [ He grins. ] Thanks for inviting me over.

[ With something close to a grin at the former, he shrugs at the latter. ] Door's always open to anyone seeking refuge for a while. Been here, what, fifteen months, I couldn't even tell you how many people've complimented this couch.

And slept on it? [ He's asking both out of curiosity and possibly out of a need to use it tonight. ]

Yeah. And after trying it out once or twice myself, I've got to agree. It's the best couch. [ Scott, it's got your name all over it. ] There's always clean blankets available.

Thanks... It's like, I know it's not a big deal. And I was cursed and she was cursed. But, you have to know, I don't talk a certain way to my mom. I love and respect her. But, -- dinner just went badly.

Curses do have the tendency to screw things up. How bad are we talking?

I yelled at her. And the creepy guy she brought with her. I wasn't polite. Stuff I wouldn't do.

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