[He closes his eyes when she kisses his head and he exhales slowly, reaching out and resting his hands on her hips and resting his forehead against her stomach. But he nods at her words that he's not alone. He knows it's true, of course, because he has her, and Allison and Kira, and Bucky and Steve and other friends he's made here.
Stiles lifts his head to look at her, and words stick in his throat. Words like promise me he'll wake up and please don't ever fall into a coma and a thousand other things that will only succeed in making him sound completely pathetic.]
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Stiles lifts his head to look at her, and words stick in his throat. Words like promise me he'll wake up and please don't ever fall into a coma and a thousand other things that will only succeed in making him sound completely pathetic.]
Thank you.