[Stiles' own expression is pained at his apology. They really just...don't get breaks. Ever, apparently. He shakes his head and exhales slowly, rising to his feet and moving his chair around to the side of Lydia's bed where he's sitting, dropping down right beside him and resting his hand on Scott's back.
He wishes he'd done it sooner, but he holds in his own guilt, packs it away with the rest of it for the time being.]
Stiles | Scott | Lydia Spam
He wishes he'd done it sooner, but he holds in his own guilt, packs it away with the rest of it for the time being.]
Sure thing.