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[For Bay]
Stiles had been gone for two weeks, and it still hadn't stopped hurting. There were doubts, regrets, and of course those random moments when he forgot his best friend was gone, when he reached for his phone to fire off a text, only to remember and feel the hole in his life anew.
What he really wanted to do was get nice and drunk, just once, and not have to think about it for a little while, but alcohol had pretty much no effect on him, and the wolfsbane-spiked punch that one time at Lydia's party had definitely had some effect, but not exactly the one he was going for. Things were hard enough without freaky hallucinations to deal with right now.
Buffy had mentioned formaldehyde as a possibility, but he hadn't had the nerve to try it yet. He'd "borrowed" some from the vet clinic he worked at, because it wasn't really the kind of thing you could just walk into the grocery store and grab off of the shelf, but the bottle was still sealed, sitting on his nightstand as he stared at it, debating whether to see if it worked or if it just made him sick (or dead), while he waited for Bay to finish her work shift and come over.
What he really wanted to do was get nice and drunk, just once, and not have to think about it for a little while, but alcohol had pretty much no effect on him, and the wolfsbane-spiked punch that one time at Lydia's party had definitely had some effect, but not exactly the one he was going for. Things were hard enough without freaky hallucinations to deal with right now.
Buffy had mentioned formaldehyde as a possibility, but he hadn't had the nerve to try it yet. He'd "borrowed" some from the vet clinic he worked at, because it wasn't really the kind of thing you could just walk into the grocery store and grab off of the shelf, but the bottle was still sealed, sitting on his nightstand as he stared at it, debating whether to see if it worked or if it just made him sick (or dead), while he waited for Bay to finish her work shift and come over.