[Trying to follow Stiles as he moves back and forth is a one way ticket to throwing up again, so Dean closes his eyes for a few moments instead, listens to the sounds of his footsteps both just to mark how agitated he is and to monitor if he moves closer to Dean. If he focuses, that's when he hears just how strained Stiles' voice is, that it goes deeper than the simple worry for someone he loves. There are levels of damage. Dean doesn't know how deep this one goes exactly, but he knows it's deeper than one incident, deeper than generic concern for when anyone isn't in control of themselves.
He opens his eyes again when Stiles ventures closer, fixes him with a slightly dull but no less steady gaze, trying to catch Stiles' eyes with his own and hold him still that way. His voice is rough but perfectly reasonable, a full sentence this time instead of fewest words possible.
He doesn't notice himself falling into old habits.]
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He opens his eyes again when Stiles ventures closer, fixes him with a slightly dull but no less steady gaze, trying to catch Stiles' eyes with his own and hold him still that way. His voice is rough but perfectly reasonable, a full sentence this time instead of fewest words possible.
He doesn't notice himself falling into old habits.]
What do the doctors say?