(stiles' anguish, felt through the bond, is almost enough to bowl jonas over. his next exhale is audibly distraught, arms tightening when sasuke's reached for. tearily glancing up, finding him still seated and yet relieved his perception of the events that transpired are similar: it was an accident; it was self-defence; it was necessary.
he left wondering if the heartache will ever go away, or if it will be shared between them now. jonas doesn't hesitate to press the lower half of his face down against stiles' shoulder before his head raises altogether to fuss at his clothes as though smoothing them out will keep them steady. it's better to focus on than the tremble in his friend's voice, jerking his head into a shake that'll no doubt mirror sasuke's.)
No, this is not your fault. You don't have to apologize at all, ever, to anyone about it. (a tighter grip is taken of his arm, just around the bicep where jonas is sure he can hold him upright if his strength gives out.) You're not gonna' lose your dad, you're not gonna' lose Sasuke, and I'm not going anywhere either, alright? Scott and Malia? They– they clearly had unresolved issues to work through on their own.
–heads up their asses. (muttered with a tight tension that shows along his jaw.) Let's sit, though, okay? It's better that way, c'mon–
(that's what he says, but stiles is guided in sasuke's direction a few more steps. if he wants him, he'll gladly make sure he makes it over there.)
Man, thank you. (an aside to his first bonded, red-rimmed eyes only lowering to search for what he'd like to say. it comes out disjointed, but honest. always honest, and—with sasuke—always ) You– when I... I couldn't be there, you were. Backing him up... that's– it just means a lot to me.
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he left wondering if the heartache will ever go away, or if it will be shared between them now. jonas doesn't hesitate to press the lower half of his face down against stiles' shoulder before his head raises altogether to fuss at his clothes as though smoothing them out will keep them steady. it's better to focus on than the tremble in his friend's voice, jerking his head into a shake that'll no doubt mirror sasuke's.)
No, this is not your fault. You don't have to apologize at all, ever, to anyone about it. (a tighter grip is taken of his arm, just around the bicep where jonas is sure he can hold him upright if his strength gives out.) You're not gonna' lose your dad, you're not gonna' lose Sasuke, and I'm not going anywhere either, alright? Scott and Malia? They– they clearly had unresolved issues to work through on their own.
–heads up their asses. (muttered with a tight tension that shows along his jaw.) Let's sit, though, okay? It's better that way, c'mon–
(that's what he says, but stiles is guided in sasuke's direction a few more steps. if he wants him, he'll gladly make sure he makes it over there.)
Man, thank you. (an aside to his first bonded, red-rimmed eyes only lowering to search for what he'd like to say. it comes out disjointed, but honest. always honest, and—with sasuke—always ) You– when I... I couldn't be there, you were. Backing him up... that's– it just means a lot to me.