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☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.

[ The grin is a slow growing thing, but it's very much there. He hoped that might help cheer him up if he didn't already know. ]

Phil's back. [ But then. ] Downside? He had a memory wipe.

That's okay, I'll just have to teach him to cherish me again.

Shouldn't take much doing. It looks like he's unimpressed, but he's got that squishy centre he'll never admit to.

I've won over worse people.

[ Except Derek who is impossible. ]

Don't doubt it. [ He'll give Phil the heads up.

He grabs what's left of his hot chocolate, draining the last swallows. ] Want another one?

Yeah, that sounds really good.

[ Handing over his empty mug. ] So, anything else happened when I was gone?

[ Enough water still in the kettle, he flicks the switch and grabs the jar. ]

Besides Phil and the ghouls? Nah, not really. Few new arrivals, but that's about it.

Anyone super exciting?

Kid named Clary, pretty ready, you'd probably like her. Not really had much chance to socialise with the rest.

You've been adopting other kids? Wow, rude.

[ He's teasing. Mostly. ]

Hey, you left me here, what was I supposed to do?

[ It's okay, as much as he loves having Clary around, Stiles will always be his favourite. ]

Not adopt more kids, yo.

[ Two fresh mugs of hot chocolate later, he pushes one over, reaching up to ruffle Stiles' hair. ]

None of 'em will come close to you, kid.

Well good. [ Beaming and trying not to show how genuinely happy that makes him. ]

I'm one of a kind.

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