[Stiles struggles, and for the second it takes him to say her name, Scott feels like he can't breathe. It can't always be this way, small moments of suffocation, learning to breathe around her name again. It just can't.
At least Stiles' certainty helps. Scott nods, because he's always trusted Stiles, with everything, not least of all to check him when he needs it.]
I trust you.
[He smiles, and it's so many things - tired, sheepish, pained, but he's trying to fight them all away.]
We should all hang out. There are a bunch of teenagers on board, now. I don't think there used to be.
Stiles | Scott Spam
At least Stiles' certainty helps. Scott nods, because he's always trusted Stiles, with everything, not least of all to check him when he needs it.]
I trust you.
[He smiles, and it's so many things - tired, sheepish, pained, but he's trying to fight them all away.]
We should all hang out. There are a bunch of teenagers on board, now. I don't think there used to be.