[Stiles tends to feel weirdly close to a handful of people, really. Scott just happens to be the one he's closest to on the Barge. Once he's attached to someone, he's kind of like a barnacle. It's damn near impossible to shake him loose.
He lifts his gaze to meet Dean's eyes, not entirely sure what he means at first and then his eyebrows arch.]
You mean can I heal him? [He assumes that's what he means, and he shakes his head, lips tugging downward. He wishes he had that kind of ability. A lot of things would be a hell of a lot different now.] No. But -- I am certified in CPR. [He's even used it successfully before. It seems like a long time ago when he'd been in the back of that ambulance with Cora, hiding from the alpha pack and she'd stopped breathing. In reality, it had only been a couple of months since it had happened when Stiles first arrived on the Barge.]
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He lifts his gaze to meet Dean's eyes, not entirely sure what he means at first and then his eyebrows arch.]
You mean can I heal him? [He assumes that's what he means, and he shakes his head, lips tugging downward. He wishes he had that kind of ability. A lot of things would be a hell of a lot different now.] No. But -- I am certified in CPR. [He's even used it successfully before. It seems like a long time ago when he'd been in the back of that ambulance with Cora, hiding from the alpha pack and she'd stopped breathing. In reality, it had only been a couple of months since it had happened when Stiles first arrived on the Barge.]