[ Stiles being at his desk, not strictly weird. Lydia being there with him is more so, and it takes about three seconds for Nick to clock the journal that's laid out between them.
Nick stalls in the doorway of the station for a few seconds, coffee in hand, and it's half instinct that causes his hearing to focus. He catches the tail end of a sentence before another officer blocks his view. Nothing useful— a name, maybe.
It was just a matter of time. And it's not so much panic that pulls him up short as a very acute sense of inconvenience, because this is not the way he wanted to approach this. "Never" had kind of been the ideal timeline on that one. Letting the kids fend for themselves with the other officer is an option that crosses his mind, but the worst case scenario there is that someone else gets a hold of the journal. Someone who doesn't have werewolves and whatever the hell Lydia is, so— ] It's fine. I asked him to grab some files for me.
[ The interruption's offered as he steps up behind the other officer, and she doesn't argue. There's a mildly aggrieved look towards Stiles, then a nod to Nick, and then he watches as she moves on.
One beat of silence, then two, then— ] Find anything interesting?
[ He's looking straight at them, not the journal. It's still a rhetorical (and deeply unimpressed) question. ]
no subject
Nick stalls in the doorway of the station for a few seconds, coffee in hand, and it's half instinct that causes his hearing to focus. He catches the tail end of a sentence before another officer blocks his view. Nothing useful— a name, maybe.
It was just a matter of time. And it's not so much panic that pulls him up short as a very acute sense of inconvenience, because this is not the way he wanted to approach this. "Never" had kind of been the ideal timeline on that one. Letting the kids fend for themselves with the other officer is an option that crosses his mind, but the worst case scenario there is that someone else gets a hold of the journal. Someone who doesn't have werewolves and whatever the hell Lydia is, so— ] It's fine. I asked him to grab some files for me.
[ The interruption's offered as he steps up behind the other officer, and she doesn't argue. There's a mildly aggrieved look towards Stiles, then a nod to Nick, and then he watches as she moves on.
One beat of silence, then two, then— ] Find anything interesting?
[ He's looking straight at them, not the journal. It's still a rhetorical (and deeply unimpressed) question. ]