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[phonetically]

"You've got Stiles -- or you would if I were here right now, which, I'm not. I think phone etiquette is the same here, so you should know the drill. If you want something, yada yada, but here's an extra option. Call Scott if it's an emergency. And if it's really an emergency, call until he picks up. Otherwise, I'll get back to you when I can. Peace, Atia."

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[askedtobe]

[ The skepticism. In this face. Can be felt. ]

[phonetically]

You're not. A dick. I mean, sure, you kind of - you've been dickish but I assumed, wrongly, that you wanted to uh, you know, really stretch the limits of nurse-patient confidentiality. [... ] Is that a thing? [ Not the point. ] Point is, you had reason. Plus, your whole closed off... [ Another gesture ]

[askedtobe]

[ Peter really has no idea if he followed that. Even a little. He's just squinting so hard. ] Nurses still have HIPAA. Can't talk about people's shit.

[phonetically]

See. [ How does that show anything, Stiles. ] I mean, you were only a dick to me, once. When we first met up in person at the hospital. You are drunk, now, but you're not being a dick.

[askedtobe]

I. [ .... can he contest that. He doesn't know. He almost feels like he needs to try harder now. He could embody Nathan but hoo boy that'd be difficult. ] Fine. [ A pause. ] I'm trying.

[phonetically]

Dude, I wasn't calling you out. That was me not calling you a dick. Cause, you aren't. Maybe future you was or - or will be, but can't we also change the future? Not like, Back to the Future 2 style, but, in being better people and making better choices? Eating right.

[askedtobe]

I know. I know you weren't. That's not- [ Oh god now he has to think back to his childhood because this is really important. ] Was that the one with the train?

[phonetically]

3. That was 3. That was the Old West and we pretend that one was never made. [ Get your faux pas? ]

[askedtobe]

Right. Right. [ ... snort. ] I think I liked that one?

[phonetically]

Then you had absolutely no taste and you're right, there's no chance for us.

[askedtobe]

[ If he was holding something, it would have been thrown at your head just now. ] I can't even remember if I liked it. I'd take a... a, uh- game of mario kart right around now, though.

[phonetically]

[ And he looks over at that, pointing to him, finally, Peter is on his page. ] Yes.

[askedtobe]

[ Ohhhh the Great Petrelli Mario Kart Wars. Something to be witnessed. Peter hiccups a laugh. ] Yeah, you find an N64 and we'll talk.

[phonetically]

Or, we'll never talk. [ It's more said as a counterpoint. ] I should ... let you -

[askedtobe]

Point. [ Too bad, so sad. As the kids would say. ] Yeah. Sure.

[phonetically]

You need a, a pillow? Blanket? [ He's up, looking around. ] Not that I know if they have any extra... have mine.

[askedtobe]

It's fine. Don't worry 'bout it. [ Peter just hunkers down, already growing oblivious to the whole thing. ]

[phonetically]

Look, just - take mine. The blanket's over the back of the couch. [ He's up, not letting Peter choose. Instead, he opens it and tries to cover Peter. ] And you should lay down. Your neck'll hate you in the morning.

[askedtobe]

[ Wow, okay, fine- that would be a blanket, which Peter is now peering at. He can't even bitch about being 'taken care of' because he's not sure he could manage it. Instead he just does what he's told because he can't brain a fight, scooting further down the couch. ] What won't hate me in the morning.

[phonetically]

Uh. Your neck. Me. Probably not your head, you probably have a wicked hangover coming but, not me. That's something, right?

[askedtobe]

Yeah. That's something.

[phonetically]

Everything's going to uh, well, it's going to not be so shitty.

[askedtobe]

Thanks. For the pep talk. [ Oh, he's so excited for the sun to come up. Just going to drag the blanket over his head. ] Go sleep.

[phonetically]

You too.

[ This has been bonding.

And he goes to contemplate knocking on Derek's or Scott's door. ]