Merry Christmas @watsonofabitch!
I hope you enjoy this :D
“Wait, what?” Stiles sputters, spitting Cheetos everywhere. He twists round to stare at Scott, the episode of Brooklyn 99 they’re watching forgotten.
Stiles gapes. “Seriously?”
Scott shrugs, “I thought it would be nice.”
“Y’know, promote pack bonding or whatever.”
“And you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier?”
“I sent a text,” Scott’s face falls. “Oh, wait, I sent it a couple of weeks back, around the time your phone was broken.”
“Oh my god, Scott. When I didn’t get back to you, you could have e-mailed me. Or skyped. Or written me a letter or something.”
“There were giants, man. Actual giants. I was distracted.” Stiles rolls his eyes, and Scott sighs. “I honestly thought you knew. I didn’t make the connection between the lack of reply and the broken phone until just now.”