Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
"I just think she'll want him, one of these days. She wants everyone, eventually, especially the ones who want her, and you probably shouldn't get in her way."
"Mmm, she did mention to me that nonmonogamy wasn't very popular, around here, but I'm not actually the jealous type."
"It's more that she might not want to include you, but sure, if you think the high is worth the pain, go for it."
"I think that if she wants Stiles and wants Stiles not to be with me and Stiles also wants to not be with me to be with her instead, that is an entirely reasonable state of affairs. But Stiles' preferences are pretty relevant here, too."
"You're new. If you weren't, you'd know that Stiles has had a crush on her since sixth grade, and he's not getting over it. Maybe you can do non-monogamy, maybe he can. It's not really my business. I'm just giving you a heads-up."
"He told me about that, actually. I can't say I don't understand having a crush on her, either," he shrugs. "But in the end what it comes down to is, hmm, enthusiastic consent? If it turns out Stiles and I don't work, that's life, but I'm not gonna sabotage my chances because that may turn out to be the case in a hypothetical."
"Sure, see how it plays out. Just warning you, since you're new."
Conjugations continue.
"Alright. Apparently Stiles is the only one who needs to actually speak Spanish in class," he says, grinning up at Stiles.
"Some people are just biased. I can't help it if people don't appreciate my charms."
"I appreciate them," he tells Stiles, then looks at Danny again: "Going where?—oh, lacrosse?"