[ stiles distracts himself with the cat. he goes from standing and holding onto the rail above his head to just - flat out sitting on the floor of the train, probably where most people think he deserves to be, with the line marking the center of his throat, but he doesn't care. he sets his phone in the space between his folded legs and reaches his hands out, lightly drumming his fingers against the cat's stomach while murmuring random bullshit to it about how cats don't take trains because they're cats, someone's probably going to miss it if it stays away from submissive housing for too long even though stiles is pretty sure it's a stray. the cat wraps its paws around one of stiles' hands and bites at the space between his thumb and forefinger, playfully kicking at his wist with it's back legs.
stiles smiles a little, one eye squinting slightly because the biting kind of hurts, but it's not hard enough to break the skin so he doesn't pull his hand away until his phone vibrates against his leg. it takes a little coaxing to get his hand free.
jesus christ. stiles slumps back against the metal paneling that makes up part of the train wall, absently wiggling his toes in his sneaker when the cat goes for a shoelace again. his thumbs tap quickly, maybe a little too hard on the screen. ]
What? Seriously? You thought I had plans to come home and break up with you? Why would I want to do that? Like seriously, name one good reason that isn't self-deprecating BS. Wait, do I seem unhappy? Is that why you kept bringing up my happiness? Because I swear I am Happy I mean I swear I'm happy not unhappy
[ the train starts to slow as it approaches the main station in the up. stiles gently bats the cats paws away from his shoelaces so he can stand up, losing his balance a little as the train throws the brakes on a little harder. he manages not to end up on his face though, and when it finally comes to a stop and the doors open, stiles kind of feels like he wants to run the rest of the way home.
he doesn't, though. but he wants to. he walks instead - it's not far, anyway. just a little farther than the nearest bus stop to the den. plus, if he ran, he'd probably just look like he was running from a stray cat, and he's not about to set himself up for that kind of embarrassment. stiles sends one more text, just in case the message wasn't clear. ]
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stiles smiles a little, one eye squinting slightly because the biting kind of hurts, but it's not hard enough to break the skin so he doesn't pull his hand away until his phone vibrates against his leg. it takes a little coaxing to get his hand free.
jesus christ. stiles slumps back against the metal paneling that makes up part of the train wall, absently wiggling his toes in his sneaker when the cat goes for a shoelace again. his thumbs tap quickly, maybe a little too hard on the screen. ]
What?
Seriously?
You thought I had plans to come home and break up with you?
Why would I want to do that?
Like seriously, name one good reason that isn't self-deprecating BS.
Wait, do I seem unhappy? Is that why you kept bringing up my happiness?
Because I swear I am
Happy I mean I swear I'm happy not unhappy
[ the train starts to slow as it approaches the main station in the up. stiles gently bats the cats paws away from his shoelaces so he can stand up, losing his balance a little as the train throws the brakes on a little harder. he manages not to end up on his face though, and when it finally comes to a stop and the doors open, stiles kind of feels like he wants to run the rest of the way home.
he doesn't, though. but he wants to. he walks instead - it's not far, anyway. just a little farther than the nearest bus stop to the den. plus, if he ran, he'd probably just look like he was running from a stray cat, and he's not about to set himself up for that kind of embarrassment. stiles sends one more text, just in case the message wasn't clear. ]
I love you
You idiot.