[The questions invite Stiles to comb carefully through his memories.]
…No. [Frustration is evident in his tone; he feels like there are missing puzzle pieces here that could easily help them solve the mystery.] I’ve got nothing.
Last thing I remember? She’s holding me in her arms and I’m talking nonsense. Things started to get woozy. Then I’m waking up in the clinic, except it’s like a week later.
[Stiles can’t recall anything to suggest awareness during that time. Nor can he sense what Sasuke seems to be hinting at in regards to something different.]
Hey… I don’t really get how your, uh… [A general gesture at Sasuke’s eyes.] What can you see, exactly? Like…
[As open and honest as he’s been so far, this is a threshold he’d prefer not to cross. Explaining his fears of repossession—of the Nogitsune—might strain Sasuke’s good will.]
I dunno. Can you see anything, uh, weird?
[And this time, Stiles points at his head—oblivious about the tangible scar the shinobi has been able to detect.]
no subject
…No. [Frustration is evident in his tone; he feels like there are missing puzzle pieces here that could easily help them solve the mystery.] I’ve got nothing.
Last thing I remember? She’s holding me in her arms and I’m talking nonsense. Things started to get woozy. Then I’m waking up in the clinic, except it’s like a week later.
[Stiles can’t recall anything to suggest awareness during that time. Nor can he sense what Sasuke seems to be hinting at in regards to something different.]
Hey… I don’t really get how your, uh… [A general gesture at Sasuke’s eyes.] What can you see, exactly? Like…
[As open and honest as he’s been so far, this is a threshold he’d prefer not to cross. Explaining his fears of repossession—of the Nogitsune—might strain Sasuke’s good will.]
I dunno. Can you see anything, uh, weird?
[And this time, Stiles points at his head—oblivious about the tangible scar the shinobi has been able to detect.]