"You seem pretty used to this." There's a touch of sensitivity to the comment. He can imagine being here for years and seeing people come and go must get pretty hard. Especially, when one of those people is the best friend that died for you. Lydia's helpfulness feels a little like loneliness.
"Well, I hope you like loud music," he says, giving her a crooked grin and leaning forward. "We both know I don't have anywhere to go, so I'm hanging around for a while. I'm either the man of your dreams or your worst nightmare. There's usually no inbetween."
Shrugging, Lydia smiles a little. "Yeah, well...between my roommates and people on the network, I've given the schpiel a few times," she confirms. People come, people go. In life. In Eglaf. It just is what it is.
Her eyebrows lift. "I think that depends on the music and the mood I happen to be in at any given time," she points out with a soft huff of amusement. "You don't seem very nightmarish to me. Believe me, sweetie, I know nightmare men. You don't give me that vibe."
She's thinking, of course, of Peter Hale, who quite literally haunted her dreams to get her to use Derek's alpha bite against his will to bring Peter back to life. She's had to trust him unwillingly a time or two for the greater good, but Peter Hale is her worst nightmare to this day, if she has to pin the worst nightmare trope on a single person.
She gestures toward him and makes a vaguely thoughtful sound. "It's giving...lovable misfit. That's my crowd back home. Hell, I've become a lovable misfit, but that's a different story for a different day."
He huffs, not sure if he should be offended at so quickly being written off as not the nightmarish type. "Maybe I'm losing my touch," he says, raising his eyebrows and winking at her.
He tilts his head and grins at her. "Well, I think both of those things apply to me, though you might be the first to put them together. Most people back home just call me a freak." He looks her over and then gives her a small nod. "I can't wait to hear that one."
He grins and then points over his shoulder. "All right. I'm going to fuck off. I'll catch you later, your majesty."
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"Well, I hope you like loud music," he says, giving her a crooked grin and leaning forward. "We both know I don't have anywhere to go, so I'm hanging around for a while. I'm either the man of your dreams or your worst nightmare. There's usually no inbetween."
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Her eyebrows lift. "I think that depends on the music and the mood I happen to be in at any given time," she points out with a soft huff of amusement. "You don't seem very nightmarish to me. Believe me, sweetie, I know nightmare men. You don't give me that vibe."
She's thinking, of course, of Peter Hale, who quite literally haunted her dreams to get her to use Derek's alpha bite against his will to bring Peter back to life. She's had to trust him unwillingly a time or two for the greater good, but Peter Hale is her worst nightmare to this day, if she has to pin the worst nightmare trope on a single person.
She gestures toward him and makes a vaguely thoughtful sound. "It's giving...lovable misfit. That's my crowd back home. Hell, I've become a lovable misfit, but that's a different story for a different day."
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He tilts his head and grins at her. "Well, I think both of those things apply to me, though you might be the first to put them together. Most people back home just call me a freak." He looks her over and then gives her a small nod. "I can't wait to hear that one."
He grins and then points over his shoulder. "All right. I'm going to fuck off. I'll catch you later, your majesty."