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[sassiopath]

The first time it happened had been the mechanic that had purposefully gouged Stiles on a transmission overhaul in the Jeep. The Sheriff had covered the cost, and been a bit surprised to find nearly half the money paid refunded to his credit card. Especially when he got a call the next day to come to the mechanic's.

Someone had used a drill and gouged holes throughout all of the equipment.

No one put two and two together.

The second time had been a senior, a new transfer in, who thought taking pot shots at Stiles the way Harris did was the quick route to make friends at Beacon Hills High.

Leaving the school that day, he'd been jumped somewhere between school and home. The resulting beat down had left him with two broken ribs, a busted nose and his jaw wired shut.

Those gifts were subtle though. The first open gift had been when Harris came into his room during his break and found his desk on fire.

Yet each time Peter made sure he wasn't around, that he wasn't seen. Despite them being gifts for Stiles, he knew if the boy connected him to them, it would go badly. So it was he just happened to be in the same grocer's the boy was that afternoon. Entirely accidental run in, of course.

Coming around a corner, he very nearly literally ran into the boy.

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[sarcasticdefence]

"Yeah, was more worried with not dying, to be honest." Because it had been on the cards. And he had known it.

[sassiopath]

"You weren't top on my list of people to kill. Even if you did turn me down," he said flatly.

[sarcasticdefence]

"Yeah, but most of the ones ahead of me were there or dead."

[sassiopath]

"I could argue that all most of you had to do was step back and let me have Kate. I have been so much calmer since then," he said, seeming to marvel at that as if only just noticing that difference in himself.

[sarcasticdefence]

"Yeah, and then you would've started on the people you felt were guilty by association. And by not realising. And then there'd be like, a handful of people left and you'd probably turn them to make a pack. You weren't stopping. You've been calmer since you died."

[sassiopath]

He held up a finger at that. "I'm not arguing the calmer part. I'm noting the means of murder. It was a calculated and sickening choice. Do you count yourself as a monster, Stiles? You have what it takes, you know."

Said calmly, curiously.

[sarcasticdefence]

"It was a choice of desperation. Nothing else even slows down an Alpha. Fire. Acid. Wolfsbane, which we didn't have access to, we being me and Lydia."

He stepped back. "No. I'm done. I'm not arguing this with you. I'm buying the rest of my groceries and going home to make dinner."

[sassiopath]

He frowned then, brow furrowing. "I wasn't arguing. I was genuinely curious. I like knowing what others think and feel. Most of my memories of emotions are overshadowed," he pointed out, taking a step back. "And Derek's are far from helpful."

[sarcasticdefence]

"Derek's the most emotionally constipated person in existence." Stiles shifted his feet. "I have to get home and cook dinner. Seriously. Or Dad will get take out."

[sassiopath]

"Sadly he was that way before and my lack of control did nothing to help," he said, coming the closest to admitting he had a hand in it than he ever had.

"Enjoy your dinner, Stiles," he said with a nod, turning on heel. "And be careful out there."

[sarcasticdefence]

He took away Derek's sister and Alpha. That can't have done anything good to someone as emotionally damaged as Derek.

"Yeah. Um. You too?"

[sassiopath]

He chuckled as he strolled away. He was what others feared, not the other way around.