[He's been at her side since -- since. He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten. He has no desire for either. She'll come back. She has to come back. He has very little faith in anything, but Scott -- the one he knows and loves -- has told him people always come back.
And he has faith in Scott.
He feels Scott's eyes on him as they sit in silence, waiting and he lifts his gaze to look back at him, stomach tightening at the expression on his best friend's face. It's a look he's familiar with because it's one he's seen on his own face so many times the last few weeks every time he glances in a mirror and he hates, hates that it's reflected on Scott's now too.]
Stiles | Scott | Lydia Spam
And he has faith in Scott.
He feels Scott's eyes on him as they sit in silence, waiting and he lifts his gaze to look back at him, stomach tightening at the expression on his best friend's face. It's a look he's familiar with because it's one he's seen on his own face so many times the last few weeks every time he glances in a mirror and he hates, hates that it's reflected on Scott's now too.]
Don't. [His voice is quiet.] Seriously.