[Allison nods, but with the question, her smile fades a little. Her expression is still soft, warm...visibly etched with tenderness, and with a pain that had nothing to do with having died.
Stiles had known him longer than anyone, even Lydia, but she...knew Scott. And now someone else was going to know him that way. Now...it wasn't a passing of the torch, a matter of trusting him with someone. She'd lost him. For good.]
A while. [Her voice is quiet, sobering as she rolls her head to look up at the ceiling again.] We...dated.
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Stiles had known him longer than anyone, even Lydia, but she...knew Scott. And now someone else was going to know him that way. Now...it wasn't a passing of the torch, a matter of trusting him with someone. She'd lost him. For good.]
A while. [Her voice is quiet, sobering as she rolls her head to look up at the ceiling again.] We...dated.