[ there's no reason why someone else's parent dying strikes stiles as hard as this does, but he has to take a second to just - exhale, when he reads the text. when stiles first arrived in duplicity - the first time - he'd briefly wished his dad was here (and then immediately changed his mind, because picturing his father in bonertown? no thank you), but this place has never, ever been kind to the people it drags in. stiles can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose him like that, regardless of whether or not he's guaranteed to come back. losing his mother was already hard enough.
it's gotta be rough. ]
Man.
[ that's... a shitty start, but stiles doesn't really know what to say. he's been through enough to understand that sometimes there's nothing anyone can say to make a situation better, but he can't just not say something. ]
Laura, I'm so sorry.
[ it clicks, then, that the 'matters' she has to attend probably consist of... waiting for her dad to come back. whenever that may be. ]
He will come back. I don't think anyone's ever died here and not come back.
[ that, he can't be so sure of, but nobody to his knowledge has kicked it permanently yet. which, hopefully, is at least slightly reassuring. ]
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it's gotta be rough. ]
Man.
[ that's... a shitty start, but stiles doesn't really know what to say. he's been through enough to understand that sometimes there's nothing anyone can say to make a situation better, but he can't just not say something. ]
Laura, I'm so sorry.
[ it clicks, then, that the 'matters' she has to attend probably consist of... waiting for her dad to come back. whenever that may be. ]
He will come back.
I don't think anyone's ever died here and not come back.
[ that, he can't be so sure of, but nobody to his knowledge has kicked it permanently yet. which, hopefully, is at least slightly reassuring. ]
Are you waiting alone?