#ghostscrash: scott mccall.

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when scott isn't able to do something, stiles is his eyes - in more ways than one. scott has seemed to be able to get around just fine, but stiles knows he struggles. he can't imagine what he's going through but if it were him... well, he doesn't know what he'd really do. he tries not to think about it. still, he hoped that he'd be at a little advantage and yet, he was very seriously mistaken. his poor chest...

stiles gives him a once over with his eyes before they're back on his face, brow raising in response then face scrunches just as quickly at the mention of isaac. the man had a way to get on every last one of his nerves somehow, so he knows scott is right. " oh yeah. much easier. you know, we're gonna need a bigger shower soon. could probably get someone to renovate it - then again... that's a shit ton of money... and they ask questions. on second thought, we'll just make do." / @ghostscrash

scott needs to make sure his pack his safe now that he can't actually see that they are. the vague shapes and flashes of light when his eyes turn red aren't enough for him so he trains with them. hard. especially stiles. he doesn't exactly enjoy throwing punch after punch at his best friend but the noises do make him laugh and help ease the dread in his chest that he's not doing enough for his pack anymore.

scott rubs his face and shrugs. the quicker they're both off their feet and have food in their stomachs the better. " dude, how about we just shower together then make food ? we both stink and isaac will probably be home soon and he's gonna complain about the smell then you'll say something and i'm tired. " he says while wearing the biggest grin on his face.