[Scott lets Stiles tug him up, like he lets Stiles influence most everything he does. He nods, because he knows, he knows, but it was his face, and they're his memories now, and he hates that. He hates it so much.
Pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment - brushing away whatever quiet, guilty wetness might have gathered there before they can see - he nods again and exhales.]
Okay.
[It feels like exoneration, even though he knows he didn't technically do it. And he's grateful for it, that she understands, even as he feels like he should be held accountable. At least Lydia's reaction makes him glance between his friends, wondering what happened and not yet willing to prompt it into the open.]
Stiles | Scott | Lydia Spam
Pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment - brushing away whatever quiet, guilty wetness might have gathered there before they can see - he nods again and exhales.]
Okay.
[It feels like exoneration, even though he knows he didn't technically do it. And he's grateful for it, that she understands, even as he feels like he should be held accountable. At least Lydia's reaction makes him glance between his friends, wondering what happened and not yet willing to prompt it into the open.]