[He nods even if he's not sure it's really all that simple. They could have the biggest pack in the universe and he's still not sure it would really help that much when it came to things like your best friend dying.
He leans against her heavily, letting her pull him close and resting his head against her shoulder. He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing, to focus on the fact that he's back, that this is his Lydia, that things are going to start getting better now because they literally couldn't get worse than they already had. Part of him wants to crawl in the shower and let the hot water help cleanse him of the need he feels to climb out of his own skin. The other part of him knows it won't work. Scott would still have died. Allison would still be dead back home. Lydia still died here.
How is it that out of the four of them, he's the only one who's managed to survive through it all? Everyone around him keeps dying, and yet he's lived. Is that what hell is? Knowing that everyone you love is being tortured to literal death and that the one person who should die is you and yet you survive?]
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He leans against her heavily, letting her pull him close and resting his head against her shoulder. He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing, to focus on the fact that he's back, that this is his Lydia, that things are going to start getting better now because they literally couldn't get worse than they already had. Part of him wants to crawl in the shower and let the hot water help cleanse him of the need he feels to climb out of his own skin. The other part of him knows it won't work. Scott would still have died. Allison would still be dead back home. Lydia still died here.
How is it that out of the four of them, he's the only one who's managed to survive through it all? Everyone around him keeps dying, and yet he's lived. Is that what hell is? Knowing that everyone you love is being tortured to literal death and that the one person who should die is you and yet you survive?]