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Hey.

[His voice is rough, he obviously hasn't been taking care of himself.]

So. Derek told you what I did?

[Rapunzel closes the door behind her and approaches the couch. She speaks very carefully and doesn't look directly at where Stile might be under the mass of blankets.]

He said that you both kissed.

[He blinks at that, and then coughs.]

More like I threw myself at him, and he threw me out. It wasn't Derek's fault. It was all me.

[She needs to sit upon hearing that. She drops down on to the edge of the couch, on the end farthest away from Stiles. For a long while she is completely silent. She hadn't known that Stiles had been the one to initiate things. She was upset, of course, but more than anything she was just confused.]

...why? [When he voice finally returns it is only a whisper. It is all she can think or bear to say right then.]

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Because I'm an idiot. Because I'm basically scum. Because I made a really stupid decision without stopping to think, and I really know I'm pretty much utterly despicable. I-...

[He rasps his way through that, before he's cut off again by another coughing fit, rattling in his chest. He gasps his way through it before grabbing at a glass of water to soothe his throat.]

Sorry. Where was I?

[For a second she glances at him with concern, but looks away when he is settled again.]

Stupid decisions I can agree with. [Her voice hitched just a bit. She had already cried before coming over, gotten her feelings out. She didn't want to be a mess in front of Stiles. She just wanted to understand.]

But I really think saying that you're scum is going a bit far.

[God, that tone in her voice. That's how he knows he's scum. But he won't argue with her.]

...Okay. If you say so. I don't....really know what to do now. I think it'd be better if you started screaming at me. I deserve it.

Scream? I don't think I can.

[Maybe not, but her voice is firm now.]

I just want to really know why. Don't say your scum, or made a stupid choice.

[She forces herself to look at him with her red-rimmed eyes.]

Do you like him?

[He's quiet for a moment, and then just closes his eyes. He can't look at her when he nods twice, weakly.]

[She winces and for a moment it feels like her heart just stops. The confirmation hurt more than she thought it might. She doesn't know how long she sits there in silence, processing what she's just discovered, but finally she speaks.]

It must have been for much longer...

Since before here, right?

Yeah. We've kinda saved each others lives like, four or five times each. It's...really complicated.

[He still can't look at her. God, he sucks.]

[She looks away again, moving her arms to hug herself, as if that might make her feel any better.]

Then why...why would you...with me?

[It isn't a complete sentence, but she figured he would understand what she meant.]

[His head snaps up at that, and he looks wrecked.]

Because I like you, too! I didn't think anything...could happen. And it's not, because Derek hates me now. I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't, like, set out to do this. I like you too, Rapunzel. I do. I know you can't trust me anymore, but please believe that...

[She just shakes her head for a moment while she tries to gather the words she needed.]

I don't think he hates you, Stiles. [A pause.]

And neither do I. [She turns to look at him, her expression suddenly harsh.] I'm still very, very mad at you for all of this, and I don't think...well, I don't think we can go back to how things were, but I don't hate you.

You didn't see the look on his face.

[He sighs, and shakes his head.]

You have every tight to be mad at me. I never even expected otherwise. I know I've lost you. And I just...hope someday you can forgive me.

...maybe. [Her voice is soft again as she sighs.] Someday. I still like you, even if I'm mad.

[She gives the floor an empty look.]

He didn't say it was you, you know. He just said that you kissed.

[He flinches at that, and refuses to think about what that means.]

That's fine. Like I said, I know I screwed up. But this wasn't anytthing you did, ok? Seriously. This is-...

[Oops. Have another coughing fit.]

[Another sigh and Rapunzel stands up. She turns back to Stiles, and without a word begins to wrap her hair over his shoulders.]

[He's still coughing when she does that, and he flinches away. And tries to unloop her hair from around him. Most...particularly his neck, ahem. Well, if she does decide to strangle him, he'll have it coming.]

No! Oh, god, no, please don't. Rapunzel, I don't deserve that, it's just a cold, it'll go aw-...

[Back to the coughing again, making his face turn slightly red.]

Oh, hush. [She said as she firmly returned the hair to his shoulders.]

I can't be mad at you if you're sick, anyway. [There may have even been a tone of teasing as she says it. Hair in place, she closes her eyes and begins to sing.]

Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine, what once was mine.

[He opens up his mouth to protest, but she's already singing, the glow diffusing the room. It makes him choke up again, but not from the need to cough. By the time she's done, he's not sick anymore, but he has taken the smallest lock of her hair in his fingers and pressed it to his cheek. By the time he's able to talk again, he sounds much, much better.]

...Well. Who knew? The cure for the common is apparently magic hair. You'd make a killing as a nurse, you know.

I don't want to make a killing doing anything. [She holds her hands against Stiles' cheeks and rests her forehead against his. Her eyes are closed once again.]

You made me really happy, you know. I don't want that to go away, but if you have feelings for someone else...I want you to be happy, too.

You make me happy too. You really do.

[Not past tense, please note.]

You deserve better than me. You deserve the guy who gave you that tiara, that's a guy who can take care of you. I'm just a dumb-ass with ADHD and a tendency to make really crappy decisions.

[She backs away, but not before giving Stiles' a light shove. Frowning, she looked down at him with her hands on her hips.]

No one gave me that tiara, Stiles. And telling me what I deserve...

[That, more than anything made her angry. That was too much like mother telling her what she could and couldn't do.]

Does that have to do with any of this?

I didn't...mean it like that. I just meant...shit. Sorry! Shoot.

I meant that you're a really beautiful, intelligent, fantastic girl and you don't deserve me being an idiot at you.

...Wait, he didn't give it to you? I'm confused.

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