[He remembers that night. He remembers the way his hands shook when he dialed Stiles' number, the way he tried not to cry, tried to pretend he didn't care, but of course he did, and of course he was afraid, and of course Stiles was the one to help him. He remembers falling asleep with the phone still on, holding it like a lifeline, because even if his dad didn't love him enough to stay, Stiles would never leave.
It makes his throat tighten, now, and he has to breathe slowly through his nose to keep it from getting worse. His arms tighten, but he's careful not to squeeze too tight, now, careful not to hurt him. He doesn't want to leave Stiles here, but he doesn't want him to be alone like this, either. The best thing he can do - the only thing he can really do is find out what happens, catch up, and then just be here for Stiles.
It's that, or sit here in limbo. And he can't do that.]
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It makes his throat tighten, now, and he has to breathe slowly through his nose to keep it from getting worse. His arms tighten, but he's careful not to squeeze too tight, now, careful not to hurt him. He doesn't want to leave Stiles here, but he doesn't want him to be alone like this, either. The best thing he can do - the only thing he can really do is find out what happens, catch up, and then just be here for Stiles.
It's that, or sit here in limbo. And he can't do that.]
I love you too, man.