So in the video game episode, I noticed that in the game at school Kims score is always the one right below Max’s. I was like, “Wow, Kim must be really good at this game too, he didn’t really strike me as the type.” But then I remembered, he said Max had been training all year, so who do you think he was training with? Kim got that good because of all the hours he spent practicing with Max. Gaming boyfriends, is what I’m trying to say.
“No.” Lydia didn’t bother sparing a second thought to his request, because it was clear to anyone who glanced his way that Stiles was far from okay. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and the circles under them showed he hadn’t slept in days. He looked almost as rough as he had while the Nogitsune possessed him, a realization that sent a shiver down Lydia’s spine.
Even though she knew it wasn’t her fault, Lydia hated herself for being the reason for his pain. As if it weren’t bad enough that Stiles had to be possessed by a trickster spirit, he returned only to find his girlfriend couldn’t stand to be touched by him. Every time he came close, every time he reached out to touch her cheek or even whispered her name, she reacted violently. Whether she pushed him away, jumped back, or had a full on panic attack, she couldn’t stand to be close to Stiles anymore.
It was tearing them apart. Neither of them knew what to do about it, because it was all psychological. Lydia knew Stiles wasn’t the Nogitsune, knew he would never do and say the things the Nogitsune did, but she couldn’t stop her body from reacting the way it did. She loved him - really, she did - but she couldn’t even so much as let him hold her.
It wasn’t fair to either of them.
It was becoming obvious nothing could solve their problem. Time apart didn’t help, because Lydia still found herself desperate to be near him. She needed him close, just to know he was okay and untouched by the dark spirit from before. On the other hand, she couldn’t have him too close, or she’d go into a wild panic. It wasn’t fair to him, this constant push and shove, but she didn’t know what else to do. They were running out of options.
“I know you aren’t okay,” Lydia all but snapped, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration. “I can’t help it, Stiles. I’m trying. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see I want to be held just as badly as you want to hold me?” Flashing a glare his way, Lydia drug her fingers through her long locks, agitation seeping from every inch of her body. “Give me time, Stiles. Your lack of patience isn’t helping anyone, okay?”