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stiles hummed thoughtfully, blinking as he pondered upon the question. “nah,” he replied with a quick shrug, “beacon hills you was too scary. i think people were afraid of you. and i’m pretty sure half the town still thought you killed your family. you did know how to charm police station ladies when needed be, though.” he perked up as he spotted one of his favorite fair games, one he was never able to win himself. “alright, big guy. your first boyfriend duty: put those muscles to good use and win me a prize on high striker.”
“i didn’t kill my family.” it was half outrage and half question, even though that tugged somewhere in the back of his mind, old guilt that quickly turned to concern and confusion. these sense were often all that he had to go on as far as memories from his old life. he mouthed the word “boyfriend” to himself, shooting a look at stiles, but walked up to the game anyway and shelled out the tickets. “alright. okay, you want to see it?” he picked up the hammer, only using one arm to strike the base, sending it up easily to the bell. he glanced back at stiles. “like that? what do you want?”


















