[ Eyes still burning hot with tears, he begins to make the slow, painstaking ascent to pseudo-normalcy. Despite his more sensitive nature, Stiles is wholly unaccustomed to friends who actually acknowledge and respond to his emotional outbursts. Even Scott – True Alpha, can-do-no-wrong Scott McCall – normally just shoots him a pained and awkward look as if to say, “Pull yourself together, dude.” His ex-best friend used his werewolf abilities to absorb pain more on strangers than he ever did on Stiles – something that the Arachne is beginning to scrutinize more closely with the distance between them now. So, for Jonas to take the time to console him like this… Well, he’s sorely tempted to allow himself to break down fully. Just for a little. Just for a while. But though he understands logically it wouldn’t be selfish to, he still balks at the idea of leaning that heavily on Jonas. The Bond must be suffocating enough as it is. He’s dealt with this silently for the past six months; Stiles can learn how to unload bit by bit so as to not overwhelm either of them.
Jonas guides them toward where Sasuke sits and, at the touch of a hand on his arm, Stiles manages a watery grin in the direction of the Vampire. As ridiculous as he feels right now, with his face blotchy red from crying and his nose stuffed up, he can’t muster up the usual energy to be self-conscious. Not in front of these two, not right now. He’s so damn lucky to have met them – to have befriended them – sentiments of which he wants to voice, corny or not. ]
…Thanks, [ he says instead, addressing them. The hands that had been fiercely clutching at Jonas release the young man to wipe at his face. ] F-for listening to me. Both of you.
[ Inhaling deeply, he gives himself a moment to dry his eyes on the shoulder of his shirt before turning again to Jonas, expression grim. ]
I think…you already get it, but I need to be explicit about it so there’s no misunderstandings. I was glad when I realized that Donovan was dead. That I wouldn’t have to try helping the guy who wanted me and my dad dead. I know that probably makes me a little fucked up as a person, but it’s the truth.
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Jonas guides them toward where Sasuke sits and, at the touch of a hand on his arm, Stiles manages a watery grin in the direction of the Vampire. As ridiculous as he feels right now, with his face blotchy red from crying and his nose stuffed up, he can’t muster up the usual energy to be self-conscious. Not in front of these two, not right now. He’s so damn lucky to have met them – to have befriended them – sentiments of which he wants to voice, corny or not. ]
…Thanks, [ he says instead, addressing them. The hands that had been fiercely clutching at Jonas release the young man to wipe at his face. ] F-for listening to me. Both of you.
[ Inhaling deeply, he gives himself a moment to dry his eyes on the shoulder of his shirt before turning again to Jonas, expression grim. ]
I think…you already get it, but I need to be explicit about it so there’s no misunderstandings. I was glad when I realized that Donovan was dead. That I wouldn’t have to try helping the guy who wanted me and my dad dead. I know that probably makes me a little fucked up as a person, but it’s the truth.