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"---malia." he blinks, lips parting slightly as he hovers in the just opened doorway, looking a little bit like a deer in headlights. she was definitely not the pizza man. what the hell? he hesitates for a second shy of awkward, before he clears his throat and seemingly shakes himself, opening the door wider before stepping back. "come in," he offers, the barest smile he can manage as he steps back into his one bedroom apartment. "what are you doing here?" by here he means seattle, the latest in a long line of temporary homes that stiles has been bouncing around for the last two years. not that she should even know that, considering the last he had heard she was... "i thought you were --- traveling?" the exact location had always been sketchy, and he'd refused to push too hard, giving her privacy after their split.