[But she vaguely remembers Stiles from when they were little. They went to the same school, and he talked to her every once in a while. She vaguely remembers him being the boy whose mom died, and she remembers how much less he talked in general after that.
Her own eyes tear up and she leans down, pressing her lips to the top of his head.]
I'm sorry. [She's sorry he felt alone with what was left of his own family. It's a feeling she can relate to, but this isn't about her.]
You're not alone now. Not in watching after Scott, not in dealing with this. And you're not gonna lose him.
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[But she vaguely remembers Stiles from when they were little. They went to the same school, and he talked to her every once in a while. She vaguely remembers him being the boy whose mom died, and she remembers how much less he talked in general after that.
Her own eyes tear up and she leans down, pressing her lips to the top of his head.]
I'm sorry. [She's sorry he felt alone with what was left of his own family. It's a feeling she can relate to, but this isn't about her.]
You're not alone now. Not in watching after Scott, not in dealing with this. And you're not gonna lose him.