[Stiles can see the moment that his mouth hardens, watches the way his eyes narrow. He has no doubt that Dean thinks the things he's done, the mistakes he's made and the way everything has turned out is that black and white. That he blames himself. Hates himself. Resents being told otherwise. And Stiles may only be seventeen but he knows enough to realize that even people with the ability to predict the future can't see everything. They can't predict the kind of effects their actions or lack thereof will have at every given point. That's why it's not that simple.
That's why it isn't black and white. Because very few things ever are in Stiles' world. At the core, he can relate a little to Dean's guilt. It's part of what's driven him to the Barge in the first place. But this isn't about him. He shakes his head a little at Dean's words.]
I'm not your boss, man. [He gazes at him intently, wishing that he could project the kind of earnest sincerity his best friend does on a regular every day basis.] I'm here because I want to help. And I think the Admiral pairs people up for a reason.
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That's why it isn't black and white. Because very few things ever are in Stiles' world. At the core, he can relate a little to Dean's guilt. It's part of what's driven him to the Barge in the first place. But this isn't about him. He shakes his head a little at Dean's words.]
I'm not your boss, man. [He gazes at him intently, wishing that he could project the kind of earnest sincerity his best friend does on a regular every day basis.] I'm here because I want to help. And I think the Admiral pairs people up for a reason.