[Scott holds tight - to both of them, even when Lydia moves away. His eyes close again, and he nods when Stiles starts talking, remembers past the spots in his eyes and the tightness in his throat. Stiles is calm, and it's a good story, even if they were sugary-sick by the end. His mom had yelled in that way she has that's yelling but not really angry. She was always like that, and he misses her now more than ever. She probably still carries an inhaler for him. Just in case.
He nods, wheezing air into his lungs and back out. He remembers the colors getting everywhere. He remembers the little mountains of icing on the counter, on their hands, on their faces.
He remembers his dad being mad about the waste, and his parents arguing about it that night.
Scott tries to shake that memory free, and shifts against the wall, like there's a better position to find. He doesn't help, he doesn't magically start breathing again; his hands just flex around theirs.]
Got some - in your hair.
[He's going to choke, and he's never been this scared before, because even during those times when it was really bad and he'd forgotten, Stiles or his mom had never been far.
Now this isn't supposed to happen anymore, and there is no relief sprinting towards him on gangly legs.]
PACK SPAM! ♥
He nods, wheezing air into his lungs and back out. He remembers the colors getting everywhere. He remembers the little mountains of icing on the counter, on their hands, on their faces.
He remembers his dad being mad about the waste, and his parents arguing about it that night.
Scott tries to shake that memory free, and shifts against the wall, like there's a better position to find. He doesn't help, he doesn't magically start breathing again; his hands just flex around theirs.]
Got some - in your hair.
[He's going to choke, and he's never been this scared before, because even during those times when it was really bad and he'd forgotten, Stiles or his mom had never been far.
Now this isn't supposed to happen anymore, and there is no relief sprinting towards him on gangly legs.]