I know. [He didn't say in so many words, she just knew that he died, and she assumed she knew when. But now she can picture it happening and-- that makes it so much worse.
So she squeezes his hand tightly.]
Don't, Stiles. Look at me. Don't think about. Not now.
You're back. And your Scott is okay. [No matter how much she hopes that the other Stiles is okay too, that he found his Lydia, at least. And that they can help each other start over.]
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So she squeezes his hand tightly.]
Don't, Stiles. Look at me. Don't think about. Not now.
You're back. And your Scott is okay. [No matter how much she hopes that the other Stiles is okay too, that he found his Lydia, at least. And that they can help each other start over.]