[Scott leans into it, dropping his chin to Stiles' shoulder and closing his eyes. They sting anyway. He doesn't want to cry, he wants - it doesn't matter what he wants, because that won't change anything. He thinks he should be strong, like maybe he's not a good alpha because he leans so heavily on Stiles, on all of them.
But he doesn't want to be an alpha like Derek, and he damn well doesn't want to be one like Peter. His arms come up and wrap tightly around Stiles.]
I know. [His throat is tight.] Me too.
[He always thought they would get back together. He always thought they'd make it.]
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But he doesn't want to be an alpha like Derek, and he damn well doesn't want to be one like Peter. His arms come up and wrap tightly around Stiles.]
I know. [His throat is tight.] Me too.
[He always thought they would get back together. He always thought they'd make it.]