What? [ Nick's turn to lose track of the conversation. He shoots Stiles a quick and intensely confused look. ] No, I'm not a... dog from Harry Potter.
[ Possibly the dumbest thing he's ever said, which is saying something. Thanks, Stiles. He only belatedly realizes that Lydia's question is probably the more important one, here, and he attempts to school his expression into something more patient. ] And no. He didn't.
[ He doesn't say outright that it was the other way around, but the implication's obvious. Instead he continues with the definitions, trying to stay on topic— and maybe steer Lydia away from fixating on the reaper. ] Grimms can see what other people can't. We see people for what they really are, whether they want us to or not. [ A hesitant beat, then another chance. ] How well do you know Derek?
[ He's pretty sure they know exactly what he's getting at, given a few obvious jokes re: animal handling, but playing it safe. Ish. ]
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[ Possibly the dumbest thing he's ever said, which is saying something. Thanks, Stiles. He only belatedly realizes that Lydia's question is probably the more important one, here, and he attempts to school his expression into something more patient. ] And no. He didn't.
[ He doesn't say outright that it was the other way around, but the implication's obvious. Instead he continues with the definitions, trying to stay on topic— and maybe steer Lydia away from fixating on the reaper. ] Grimms can see what other people can't. We see people for what they really are, whether they want us to or not. [ A hesitant beat, then another chance. ] How well do you know Derek?
[ He's pretty sure they know exactly what he's getting at, given a few obvious jokes re: animal handling, but playing it safe. Ish. ]