[With a heavy sigh, Jona raises his brows for just a moment- of course Melissa knew. Of course she did, and knew how her baby died, and hadn't told anyone. He was going to have to thank Derek later- he knew about the steady stream of runaways that kept Melissa company.
Not only that, he knew now why they were runaways.
Isaac Lahey with his father's death and abuse, Erica Reyes and her epilepsy, and Vernon Boyd, described as lonely by his mother.
Of course they had run. On one hand, it seemed like a better life- on the other, however, it seemed like it was much more dangerous.]
I know what a beastiery is, Stiles, I was a teenager once- and when I was a teenager werewolves were limited to Dungeons and Dragons.
[He looks almost annoyed- but this is a lot to take in and to manage, after all.]
What can I do to help those kids? All four of you need a steady shelter. Somewhere you can go without... being in the danger Scott was.
[ A surprised yet amused snort manages to escape Derek at the Dungeons and Dragons comment, and his shoulders twitch a little in a silent laugh at the image of Sheriff Stilinski playing Dungeons and Dragons, taking down werewolves on an ironic level. It's a little hysterical, but he doesn't comment on it and instead moves on away from that thought, and onto the pack circling through houses. ]
We have a few locations that we utilize, but two of them aren't... exactly up to standards, currently. [ He doesn't need to tell Jona which they are, not when he can easily picture the burnt shell of his home for one of them. He doesn't expand on the addition of currently, keeping his secret of rebuilding the Hale house to himself and only himself for the time being. ]
Melissa has at least one of us around the house most days, if we can help it. Occasionally, we'll meet at Jackson's or Lydia's, but we don't actively stay there like we do anywhere else.
[ There's a beat, as if considering the full information. ]
[Oh thanks, Derek. Way to out him on that. He shoots Derek a look, then rolls his head to his dad again, not even getting the chance to properly enjoy that Dungeons and Dragons thing. He knew his dad was a nerd, he just didn't know the full extent of it.
Heh.
Anyway, he lifts up a hand at his dad, already feeling his Judging Stilinski Eyebrows(TM) from across the room where he's standing.]
Yeah, well, he goes through the window.
[...He's really not helping his own fate here.]
Look, we needed somewhere that didn't smell like actual death to spend time, and it was kind of a spur of the moment idea, and sometimes I even had a girl over, dad. Granted, it was because she needed someone to watch Grey's Anatomy with, but she totally sleeps in my bed on Mondays now when you have your late shift. And then Isaac came over here all the time because he was really close with Scott, and Boyd plays Xbox with me, and then Mister Ooh, I'm The Alpha comes over and invades my space like twenty four seven. Not--like that, that's a new development, and IIII'm just gonna stop talking about this now.
[ Slowly, Derek turns a flat stare towards Stiles as he begins rambling-- as if what he's talking about will make this sound any better. But he can't help the quiet huff of a laugh at what the sheriff says, and slowly turns his attention back to him. There's more than can be done, but they need to slowly work him into everything. They don't want him to drown in information, not with how much it is to take. ]
That's fine, sheriff. If there's anything in particular you want to know, you can ask, instead of having to read through it.
[ There's a slight tilt to his head, irises finally bleeding from red back into the sugar glass green stare he typically presents to everyone as he considers their options.
With a lack of staffing in the station, it's best to offer the idea. ]
We patrol a lot of Beacon Hills routinely. [ Mostly he does, honestly. ] It's off the books, but if you need backup or another pair of eyes, we'll be there. Even when you get the replacements you need.
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Not only that, he knew now why they were runaways.
Isaac Lahey with his father's death and abuse, Erica Reyes and her epilepsy, and Vernon Boyd, described as lonely by his mother.
Of course they had run. On one hand, it seemed like a better life- on the other, however, it seemed like it was much more dangerous.]
I know what a beastiery is, Stiles, I was a teenager once- and when I was a teenager werewolves were limited to Dungeons and Dragons.
[He looks almost annoyed- but this is a lot to take in and to manage, after all.]
What can I do to help those kids? All four of you need a steady shelter. Somewhere you can go without... being in the danger Scott was.
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We have a few locations that we utilize, but two of them aren't... exactly up to standards, currently. [ He doesn't need to tell Jona which they are, not when he can easily picture the burnt shell of his home for one of them. He doesn't expand on the addition of currently, keeping his secret of rebuilding the Hale house to himself and only himself for the time being. ]
Melissa has at least one of us around the house most days, if we can help it. Occasionally, we'll meet at Jackson's or Lydia's, but we don't actively stay there like we do anywhere else.
[ There's a beat, as if considering the full information. ]
Stiles has a lot of us over when you're working.
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Heh.
Anyway, he lifts up a hand at his dad, already feeling his Judging Stilinski Eyebrows(TM) from across the room where he's standing.]
Yeah, well, he goes through the window.
[...He's really not helping his own fate here.]
Look, we needed somewhere that didn't smell like actual death to spend time, and it was kind of a spur of the moment idea, and sometimes I even had a girl over, dad. Granted, it was because she needed someone to watch Grey's Anatomy with, but she totally sleeps in my bed on Mondays now when you have your late shift. And then Isaac came over here all the time because he was really close with Scott, and Boyd plays Xbox with me, and then Mister Ooh, I'm The Alpha comes over and invades my space like twenty four seven. Not--like that, that's a new development, and IIII'm just gonna stop talking about this now.
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[Sighing, he pats his son's shoulder and gives it a squeeze.]
...If that's... all you need, I'll take a look at that when I can. And we can set up the couch sometimes.
[It's a lot to take in, but he's trying. He has to be here for his son, after all- and besides, it explains the deaths of his deputies.
As if he was really going to take a 16-year-old with one hand gun as a real explanation to why his hallways were stained with blood.
He rubs his temples before looking at Stiles, frowning.]
I can't guarantee I can look through that beastiery too quickly. We still haven't gotten much back in the way of replacements at the station.
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That's fine, sheriff. If there's anything in particular you want to know, you can ask, instead of having to read through it.
[ There's a slight tilt to his head, irises finally bleeding from red back into the sugar glass green stare he typically presents to everyone as he considers their options.
With a lack of staffing in the station, it's best to offer the idea. ]
We patrol a lot of Beacon Hills routinely. [ Mostly he does, honestly. ] It's off the books, but if you need backup or another pair of eyes, we'll be there. Even when you get the replacements you need.