[The reveal of the inside of Stiles' suite is only more evidence that there is something very, very wrong.
Sasuke stands near the closed door — even if he wished to enter further, there is little room for it, cramped area further restricted by the disordered mess. His eyes pass over each feature in a careful study, as if he might turn up clues from the puzzle of Stiles' belongings, but truthfully it is more a curiosity toward the boy's personality based on what he's come to own.
Then his gaze hooks, and hangs, on the guitar. It is exactly as he remembers. He saw that guitar being carved; he saw it nearly finished. How did Stiles come to possess it? The question rises in his mind like a flag, but it's set aside for the sake of the other boy's current condition. That is a more dire predicament.
Taking one short step forward, limited by the space, he kneels.]
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Sasuke stands near the closed door — even if he wished to enter further, there is little room for it, cramped area further restricted by the disordered mess. His eyes pass over each feature in a careful study, as if he might turn up clues from the puzzle of Stiles' belongings, but truthfully it is more a curiosity toward the boy's personality based on what he's come to own.
Then his gaze hooks, and hangs, on the guitar. It is exactly as he remembers. He saw that guitar being carved; he saw it nearly finished. How did Stiles come to possess it? The question rises in his mind like a flag, but it's set aside for the sake of the other boy's current condition. That is a more dire predicament.
Taking one short step forward, limited by the space, he kneels.]
Stiles. What happened? Were you attacked?