[He opens his mouth to interrupt but just winds up falling silent, letting it wash over him. It's so - it's so strange to parse. He and Stiles have always lived and breathed what the other does, what happens in the other's life, but does that justify it?
Scott looks down at his hands, at the stones in his palm. Obviously it doesn't.]
spam.
Scott looks down at his hands, at the stones in his palm. Obviously it doesn't.]
I - I know. I'm sorry, Daneca.