You marry those sheets, Stilinski. You marry them good and take them home with you. [ He points with his glasses, hardly bothered by the absurdity of this conversation. His supervisors are going to have his head, but he's just showcasing how very different Stiles is from all the other betas that they've all interviewed so far. ]
Think your dad would approve of that one? [ Easing back from absurd into an actual interview, there, they can't be too mad at him. ]
If I was happy, you bet your ass he would be. I mean, I'm trying not to give him a heart attack, so it's gonna have to be someone a little more sentient, but he's cool like that.
[ The banter has definitely helped to relax Stiles a little, though, and he seems to really be settling into his own during the interview. His answers aren't forced, which is either a blessing and a curse, and the tension is leaking out of his shoulders, albeit slowly. ]
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Think your dad would approve of that one? [ Easing back from absurd into an actual interview, there, they can't be too mad at him. ]
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[ The banter has definitely helped to relax Stiles a little, though, and he seems to really be settling into his own during the interview. His answers aren't forced, which is either a blessing and a curse, and the tension is leaking out of his shoulders, albeit slowly. ]
It's what my mom would've wanted to see, anyway.