"Call it what you will, but whatever sent it certainly knows how to get inside one's head and find one's soft spots," he mutters.
He raises an eyebrow at Stiles when the bat jumps to the youngster's hand. "Remind me never to underestimate your capabilities." He bows his head tiredly, then speaks, thoughtfully. "The name of an old friend from my world of origin, my research partner for many years. I'd half wondered if I'd see his face here. But not like this." At that moment a greenish runnel starts to flow from under one of his lenses.
With Stiles
"Call it what you will, but whatever sent it certainly knows how to get inside one's head and find one's soft spots," he mutters.
He raises an eyebrow at Stiles when the bat jumps to the youngster's hand. "Remind me never to underestimate your capabilities." He bows his head tiredly, then speaks, thoughtfully. "The name of an old friend from my world of origin, my research partner for many years. I'd half wondered if I'd see his face here. But not like this." At that moment a greenish runnel starts to flow from under one of his lenses.