Oooh, another one! Thank you @iwritesinsnotstraightlines! đ
Because Iâm so unbelievably slow with No Place for Promises, let me just drop a little excerpt here instead of the last seven sentences.Â
âSo, Theo,â his dad says, getting to his feet, âyou lived with the Dread Doctors?â
For some obscure reason, being addressed by Stilesâ father makes Theo unbelievably nervous. Clearing his throat, he puts the cutlery down and straightens in his chair. âYessir.â
âNo need for âSirâ, John is fine.â He places his mug on coffee maker. Itâs his third coffee, and although Stiles is the last person who should judge anybodyâs caffeine intake, his dad is probably doing it on purpose. He rarely drinks more than two coffees in a day. Folding his arms, he leans against the counter. âHow was living with them?âÂ
Stiles narrows his eyes. âDadââ
Theo places a hand on his thigh and shakes his head. âItâs okay.â He clears his throat again, glancing at Stiles when he intertwines their fingers. âIt was lonely... most of the time.â His fingers twitch before heâs tightening his grip. Licking his lips, Theo drops his gaze and stares at his own empty mug. âEspecially in the early years,â Theo continues in an almost defeated tone. âIt got a little better when I became useful to them.â
âUseful?â
âDad,â Stiles snaps, but Theo squeezes his hand and shakes his head.
Again, Iâll tag whoever wants to do it! :)

















