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[♫ Say Something ~ Pentatonix]

[The wedding had been lovely.

Not that she wouldn't expect it to be, considering how long it had been coming. Allison and Lydia's planning was perfect and she and Scott couldn't be happier, which is really the important thing. Add to the fact that Tyler had been an awesome date stand in, and the evening had gone a lot more smoothly than she expected.

(It still hurt, even though she'd been prepared. It still stung a little more sharply than she thought it would, seeing him with another girl, but for the most part she was keeping it together. She's always been good at that, burying her emotions where no one else could see them.

The funny thing is, he's always the one who managed to see through them.)

But Tyler's spending some time talking to Nadia and her mom, and she needs a little air, so she makes her way out to the patio near the dance floor, hanging out with her drink. Allison and Scott are dancing together like the rest of the world had fallen away and it was just the two of them there, just like always. They always were perfect together, always so sure of what they wanted, and she envied them for that.

Malia and Isaac too.

And now she's standing, alone, on the side of a dance floor at a wedding where she should be happier, but she's not. There's still that nagging feeling of something being missing. She just wishes she wasn't so sure of what it was.]

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[It was only because of was Scott that Stiles had come back from his home in Mountain View to Beacon Hills. He was best man, and he had duties and responsibilities and it felt good to be there for his best friend and now step-brother. His girlfriend, Suzanna had come to join him on Friday and he had spent his time not with Scott showing her around town.

Of course, he kept away from the preserve. Thankfully Suzanna was a city girl and not at all interested in hiking around the woods.

But the day of the wedding was unavoidable, but he was able to offer smiles and hugs to the Hales when they arrived and came to check on him. All but Cora, who he spied sitting with another wolf from the looks of it, all fancy dress and tastes.

The tiny glimmer of hope he had that maybe she had realized her mistake and was waiting for him died, and so he just kept himself busy with Scott or Suzanna so he wasn't alone for long. Maybe if he could avoid her until then, he could escape without having to deal with the tugging inside of his heart.

But Suzanna needed to use the restroom, so he went outside for air and to check his work messages, loosening his bow tie in the process. and of course fate would put her out there too.]

Sorry, didn't realize this patio was taken.

[and he turned to go just as quickly]

[There's a part of her that thinks this is a good thing. The girl he's with is beautiful, and clearly he likes her if he brought her to the wedding. It's for the best.

She has to believe it is.

The words, however, still hit her like a bucket of ice water, and when she turns to see him running from her, she swallows hard before calling after him.]

Stiles, wait. I can go, you don't have to ...

[ ... flee from her like she has the plague.]

[he stops, sighing, his shoulders falling as he turns back to look at her. His eyes are guarded though, a look she probably never thought she would see in them before.]

I just need to make a call. I can do it anywhere else. You were here first.

[No, it's not. He used to smile when he saw her. Now she wonders if he'll ever be okay to be in the same room with her. She swallows hard, before shaking her head.]

It's fine. I was going to get another drink anyway.

[She shifts the strap on her dress, before moving to step around him and head back into the main room.]

[he leans his head back, exasperated and sighing in frustration]

Why do you have to always be so difficult?

[Her eyes narrow a bit as she turns to face him again.]

I'm not trying to be difficult. I'm just trying to stay out of your way.

[Since you clearly don't want her here. Not that she blames him, but what does he want her to do? She keeps her voice level, trying not to start a fight, but he's the one who came at her already on the defensive.]

You were here first, Cora. I was just trying to give you your space.

[yeah, that may have come out a bit meaner than he meant to.]

[Yeah, she notices, and her Hale defenses come up before she can stop them. Her chin comes up and she squares her jaw before taking another step back.]

And now I'm leaving first. So please. Take it.

[And with that, she's going to turn and go.]

[and he's going to just close his eyes, taking a deep breath and when she is gone from his sight, he makes and angry motion at the air and leans over a table, planting his hands on the surface and focusing on his breathing, trying to keep an anger related panic attack from taking over.

It was Scott who found him first, always in tune to his best friend and having excused himself from Allison to grab a bottle of water and rush outside to calm his friend back down, asking his wife to distract Suzanna a moment so that she wouldn't see her boyfriend like this over another woman.

Anyone with a wolf nose though would be able to smell the anxiety coming from the patio though, and knowing Stiles's scent signature on it.

Derek looked at his sister, as did Tyler, confused.]

[Cora's honestly not much better at the moment, but it's more sadness than anger. The kind that clenches at her chest so tightly that she can't breathe and she needs to be somewhere not around people. She's cutting through the reception hall, past the bar like she claimed she was going to, and straight back out the front door.

Malia watches it as it happens and she taps Tyler on the shoulder before pointing after her cousin.]

Go.

[Of all the people that should not be in the reception sans Cora by the time Stiles comes back in, it's Tyler. Which ... she doesn't even know what he's doing here. But she's guessing that he at least knows Cora well enough at this point that he can at least try and calm her down.]

I'll check on Stiles.

[Tyler nods, going to follow her out the door to see what he could do to calm his friend down. It's a good thing he can track by scent so it would be hard to hide from him]

Cora? Cora come on, it's just me.

[meanwhile, Stiles is getting his panic back under control, focusing on Scott's voice. It had been a long time since he'd had one of these, and it came on hard and fast and he was still shaking a bit. He looked at Scott, apology in his eyes and voice]

I thought I could do it. Sorry, man.

[She wanders over slowly, hanging back a bit at first. She's knows this isn't her place to get in the way, but this is all wrong. So much of this is wrong. Them being apart is wrong, and no one seemed to be backing her plan of beating them over the head with a club and locking them in a room until they fix it.

Never mind the fact that Stiles is supposed to be her friend and he avoids her every time he sees her. She's pissed at both of them, to be honest, but for right now she's just going to let Scott do his best friend thing and wait to be acknowledged.]

Don't worry about it, bro. What's a wedding without a bit of drama, right?

[Scott stood up, keeping a firm hand on Stiles' shoulder as he took a drink from the water. He looked up to see Malia standing there, and he offered a small apologetic smile]

Hey Malia. I'm fine, just...

[no, he can't lie. he's not fine, and he can't hide that from a Hale. He knows them too well. Even when sometimes he wished Scott had never been bitten all those years ago]

Yeah.

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