What's a baby-- no, never mind. [It's probably something strange. It sounds a little strange. Baby gate.
Jon shuts the door behind Stiles so no one else can make an escape attempt.]
Names. [He puts his hand on his hips, observing the little squirming blind bundles.] I can't think of any damned names. [He's been calling the other wolves "the other wolves" for months now just look at him Stiles. He's a mess.]
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Jon shuts the door behind Stiles so no one else can make an escape attempt.]
Names. [He puts his hand on his hips, observing the little squirming blind bundles.] I can't think of any damned names. [He's been calling the other wolves "the other wolves" for months now just look at him Stiles. He's a mess.]