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     ❝  yeah…me either.   ❞   whiskey gaze is trained on the ceiling up above because in that moment stiles can’t even  LOOK  at jackson.  & he can’t even believe  that just happened.  the thing that he is waiting to happen is for jackson to make some asshole comment and for the both of them to go their separate ways and pretend like nothing happened.  the teen isn’t too opposed to that happening either.

It had all happened very fast, had no idea why they had finished as well. They used to argue very often, yes, but never to such an extreme level, if you could call that an argument. The green-eyed cleared his throat a few times without daring to look away from the ceiling. Both were in the same position, as if waiting for the other’s response. At that moment Jackson had no sarcastic comment or demeaning, it was too dizzy to drop something coherent. “Uhm… Do not dare to tell Scott. Neither write it. No way. The words ’I slept with Jackson Whittemore’ can not be pronounced or never written.” At least that was the only thing he could think at the time. @voidworn