this is a chemistry lesson

[episodic]

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[impetere]

I'll let you know when Malia and I get to NOLA.

[and with that, she and Malia will swap cars and continue on their way, while Derek heads the opposite direction.]

[notwitty]

I'm okay. We lost a lot of good people, but me and Ethan are fine.

[beanchaointe]

Fine. I'm staying at the bed and breakfast.

[she'll drop a pin for him.]

[phonetically]

Ethan Ethan? I knew it. Scarves and cardigans.

[phonetically]

Fine. Call me if anyone dies in your bed and breakfast.

[notwitty]

What's that supposed to mean? We were both in London when things went bad. I thought Jackson might want to know.

[Egotistical asshole.]

[beanchaointe]

After the police, you'll be my first call.

[phonetically]

Not with Jackson. Since when do you care about Jackson?

Where's Jackson?

Same question, by the way. You're in the company of, now, two gay wolves? Isaac, it's me. I was like the president of the GSA at Beacon Hills.

[phonetically]

Isaac's out, he's still in Europe. Know anything about a werewolf named Lockwood?

[notwitty]

I have no idea where Jackson is.

[A little while from now, that question will be answered.]

Also I have better things to do than debate this with you right now, so unless you have any pertinent information for me about Prague ...

[beanchaointe]

No, but I can find out. There's a lot of family history here.

[A pause as she considers.]

I know who I can ask.

[phonetically]

It's a city. Does that count?

Also, not debating. But we're all here for you when you're ready, Lahey!

[phonetically]

Great. Derek seems to think he'll be able to help Deathwatch.

[beanchaointe]

I'll send him a pin too.

[And she will do that, so he can easily find her.]

[notwitty]

[And he's not even going to dignify that with a response. Goodbye, Stiles. Good luck with your Lydia problem.]

[phonetically]

Beacon Hills reunion.

[beanchaointe]

See you when you get here.

[And with that, unless he has other concerns, she'll set her phone to the side and get some sleep.]

[illtempered]

( Ric just lets himself into the room and picks the bottle and the top to the bottle up.

"I'll be in my office when you're ready, Alexander."

And once they're left alone, Jackson just laughs when he meets Alex's eyes. Alex still has to collect his things, put shoes on, and such, but it still feels like this ended quickly. )

I guess we're going our separate ways.

[swillpot]

Guess so.

[He reaches into his jacket before pulling out a card with a phone number on it.]

In case you decide you want to ask more questions.

[illtempered]

( Standing up from the bed, he takes the card in both hands. )

And if I don't have any questions?

( If he just wants to talk, Alex? )

[swillpot]

[He shrugs with a smirk.]

You've got the number. Do whatever you want with it.

[And with that he saunters out to hit the road.]