[It's brief, but Allison's nose twitches at the whiff of longing that drifts across the cell. It's touched with sorrow, and it's a sorrow Allison understands.

She scoots closer to the door, hands wrapped around the bars. Her forehead is digging into the bars by her face, but she doesn't relent, she can't. Everything in her is being pulled towards him like a magnet...the need to touch, to soothe, to comfort. Her eyes are wide with the tenuous hope that's clenching in her chest because Stiles knows. He knows, and he wants Scott back.]

Stiles, he's not gone. The Scott we know, we can have him back. Both of us, we just have to work together. To remind him that the man we met is still a part of him.

[She pauses, her features softening with the memory of kissing him, that split second when he hesitated, softened...]

I know he's in there. I've seen it...and whatever you may think of me, nothing would make me happier than to give him back to you.