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Let's go home. I'll get that taken care of, and then we can hide in my room from everyone but Frances.

[She kisses him briefly, smiling a bit at him. It's not exactly her biggest smile, but it's all for him. The week has been hell on both of them, she'd imagine.]

Do you think Frances can get us out of school for a couple day?. I don't feel like going.

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[He smiles back at her for a moment.]

Do you think they'd even have school?

I'm pretty sure Snape'd have us in school, even if really weird shit were happening. He doesn't seem the type to let it get to him.

[Time to walk, Stiles. Charlie's arm eases around his waist and she starts heading out the merchant dome.]

Seriously. My room. We need to...I don't know, steal all the blankets in the place and build a blanket fort. I haven't done one in years and it sounds so good right now.

I bet Frances has a ton of blankets. And pillows. She seems like she would.

Does that mean you're for it?

I am very for it.

[Charlie just smiles and continues walking, still holding onto Stiles.

When they get home, everywhere but Frances' room is ransacked (sort of) for all blankets and pillows and it takes some time getting the fort actually set up. Once it's done, Charlie ducks into the bathroom to change into pajamas (A tank top and long sleeping pants), removing the hairband from her hair and dropping it onto the bureau in her room.

She also stopped long enough to get a few sodas and write Frances a note, asking about time off for the next day or so.]

Still in there?

[He's spent time, beyond helping with the fort, counting fingers and seeing how much adderall and lichen he has left. It's been a little...frantic. ]

Still me.

I meant in the fort, but you successfully answered that question, too.

[Charlie eases her way into the fort, stretching out next to Stiles and quietly holding her hand out. Count'em if you need'em, Stiles.]

[And he will.] I know I don't need to keep counting...

But if it helps you, go ahead.

[Charlie keeps her voice even.] Listen, we've both just been through hell. Okay? Whatever you have to do to get yourself feeling better, go for it.

[Speaking of things that'll help people feel better. Charlie sits up again and ducks out of the room, this time poking around her own room for her first aid kit. She settles in again, legs crossed.]

Let me see your hand so it doesn't get infected.

[This isn't even for her benefit.]

[He sits up, then. Holds out his hand.]

I think it'll be okay, though.

[Charlie's careful with what she puts on it, silently thanking Stiles for allowing her to do this. It's just some pain relief plus antibiotic gel and a carefully placed bandage to keep that in place. He still has access to all his fingers.]

Mack contacted me yesterday. He was looking for you.

[The Stiles that wasn't Stiles, she means.]

He's very worried about you. I didn't tell him anything, I didn't even know if I should. I figured, that's yours to talk about. Not mine. But...maybe you should tell him?

Thank you. For not telling him. I don't...know about telling him that.

If you decide to, I can be there with you. Entirely your call whether you tell him or not.

Thanks. I'll think about it.

[Charlie can accept that. The first aid kit is set aside and Charlie watches Stiles for a moment, head tilted.]

Wanna see something neat?

Sure. What?

What's your favorite constellation?

[He thinks about it.]

Caelum.

Alright. I know that one.

[She stretches out on her back, one arm under her head. Her other hand is balled into a fist and glowing slightly as if she held several small fireflies.]

It's better viewed lying down.

[But that's his call. Whether he does or not, Charlie's fist unclenches. A few small sparks lift from her hand and form the constellation for a few seconds before fading out entirely.]

[He does lay down, and he watches this. It's pretty amazing, that's for sure.]

How did you learn to do that?

I tried to steal an apple from a pig when I was on my own. Cut my arm pretty badly on barbed wire and got a lovely case of blood poisoning. Irv and Norma took care of me when I got to them days later. They got me a doctor and while I was healing, I got bored. It took a while to get it right.

[She rolls onto her stomach and if Stiles looks, there's a rather jagged four inch scar on the back of her left arm. It was stitched shut at one point, and it's usually something she tries to hide under long sleeve shirts.]

[He winces, and sits up a bit. Shows her a scar on the back of his neck, a simple slice but fairly deep.]

Kanima attack. The venom's a paralytic. Like some kind of nightmare.

[Charlie reaches over, fingers brushing over the scar for a moment.]

What's a kanima?

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