She rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. Just, I don’t know, steal my fries one day or something.” Staring at her hands, she fits her fingernails together, then licks her lips and laughs shortly. “Be grateful I didn’t decide to make you horny or something, huh? Okay. So, yeah. I know that works.” She drags in another breath and sets about putting her shields back up.
She starts off slow, shielding out far away people, and then a little closer, and closer, until the only person she can hear that way is Stiles. It’s not really comfortable, actually, but she’s so sensitive lately it’s better this way. It’s a little claustrophobic, in a way.
He snorts, “Please, I would steal your fries on any given day. I don’t need my mind control for that.” Stiles has a smile for a moment before it turns into a laugh at her own words. He swallows thickly and then he shakes his head. “God, if you made me horny I would never forgive you, I’m just saying.”
She is shielding at that moment, but Stiles isn’t going to stop her. She’s working out her powers, working out things that she needs to fix and maneuver. Regardless, he doesn’t mind it all that much. It’s her power, he’s grown used to it over time.
“See!” she says triumphantly, although a little tiny part of her, bruised and aching and welted with scars, winces, far down inside. Of course he wouldn’t forgive her. They’re friends, and no friendship can survive that sort of thing, which is why she’s never, ever let him know.
And why she freaked out so very hard when she thought she might be projecting by accident.
“So there’s nothing else I could’ve made you feel that you’d know was outside,” she points out, and flops forward onto her backpack again.