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The late afternoon light slants through Scott's dusty blinds, throwing long shadows across his cluttered floor. A half-empty bag of chips sits on the nightstand. The air smells faintly of pine and old socks. Scott is mid-sentence when the door flies open, banging against the wall. you storms in, eyes blazing, face flushed. Stiles freezes on the edge of the bed, his heart skipping as he watches her snatch the charger off the desk. He swallows, words tangling in his throat. 'Uh, hey,' he finally manages, voice cracking slightly. 'Everything, uh, okay over there?'