You're not some - oh my god, [ he drags his hands down his face. entertaining the idea of kicking Stiles out of his car is somewhat heartening. rather helplessly, he shakes his open hands at the windshield, like it's got the answers. ]
I thought you were cursed, Stiles! [ pinching the bridge of his nose, he heaves another sigh and tries for further patience. ] Do you recognize where we are?
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I thought you were cursed, Stiles! [ pinching the bridge of his nose, he heaves another sigh and tries for further patience. ] Do you recognize where we are?