[The entire week passed and Lydia is still terrified. Still having nightmares. That's ultimately, what Stiles will hold the grudge over for an eternity. He still hates Peter Hale for the same reasons and it doesn't even matter that much to him that Peter has helped them, that Peter played a role in saving his life. Because nothing Peter Hale does comes without a price tag and it's usually a high one at that. To Stiles, Jerry is just another sociopathic monster and he doubts there's really any hope for the guy's redemption, the same way he doubts there's any hope for Peter's.
And he might care about how judgmental that sounds if the guy's first action on the ship wasn't to attack Lydia and Allison and Mason, but it was so. Fuck him. He tosses some clothes into the washing machine and picks up the book he'd brought with him. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. It's an old, somewhat worn copy, but his mom used to read it to him and it has a way of soothing his spiraling emotions in a way that little else does.
He turns at the voice, eyes narrowing at the unwelcome sight of the vampire he'd just been thinking about.]
Jerry. [His tone is flat, tense. Bordering on hostile.]
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And he might care about how judgmental that sounds if the guy's first action on the ship wasn't to attack Lydia and Allison and Mason, but it was so. Fuck him. He tosses some clothes into the washing machine and picks up the book he'd brought with him. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. It's an old, somewhat worn copy, but his mom used to read it to him and it has a way of soothing his spiraling emotions in a way that little else does.
He turns at the voice, eyes narrowing at the unwelcome sight of the vampire he'd just been thinking about.]
Jerry. [His tone is flat, tense. Bordering on hostile.]