[He barely notices the tears as they trickle out, more focused on the way air keeps getting caught in his throat. He's not panicking, but it would be so easy to, to sit down and say it's hopeless, they can't do this, there's no way.
He thinks of Deaton telling him about regression to the mean again, and it helps a little. Enough that he can fill his lungs and exhale again messily.
It's not going to be okay. But it's not going to be this bad forever.
Scott nods against Stiles' shoulder.]
I know. [His voice is thick and slow, caught in a respiratory system that's aching to give in to tears.] I believe you.
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He thinks of Deaton telling him about regression to the mean again, and it helps a little. Enough that he can fill his lungs and exhale again messily.
It's not going to be okay. But it's not going to be this bad forever.
Scott nods against Stiles' shoulder.]
I know. [His voice is thick and slow, caught in a respiratory system that's aching to give in to tears.] I believe you.
[He always believes Stiles.]