Isn't A Little Agony Worth It?

      “Since when has anything ever ended up being okay?”

 { His hands are finding home in his hair, fingers digging against his scalp, clutching locks of hair. He’s pulling at them, shakes his head. }

"But I could have! And— and what if I do—

                       I’m dangerous. I should—”

              { He pauses, thinks about it. How else could he make sure? }

   ”I need to be locked up.”

                 { She's moving towards him, two steps bringing her closer as she lifts a hand up to clutch at the wrist who's fingers are intertwined in his hair and sets the other on his shoulder. }

             "Think rationally, Stiles.

                        Locking you up won't help.

                                    --you need something else."

      { His gaze snaps toward her, jaws tight and he can’t see straight, he can barely breathe at all. What was happening to him? Why was it happening? }

"You don’t know that—- I’m— Barrow, I could have—

           Who knows what else I’ve done that I don’t know about?”

              { She's not sure what to say, it shouldn't be this hard to talk sense into someone. But the necessary words won't form. Is it going to be okay? }

        "You haven't hurt anyone, Stiles.

                           None of this is your fault."

                 What’s— this can’t—- I can’t be—

                               what’s happening to ME!?”

               Listen to me---everything is going to be okay.

                                              But you have to calm down." 

                     I know there is people who will avenge him, and I know that there is a chance I might die doing it.” 

                          My suggestion? Make friends with this target of theirs, not more enemies.”

                                                         I can’t.❞

                                       --Or we're both dead."

                                        Because I know.❞

                        But you don't know  him, and that's why you'll fail.”

                 Now what do you need?❞

                          Deucalion. You're the only one with enough power to kill him.”

     {Gathered her skill of who was who and who’s with what, being the guidance counselor was smarter than Stiles ever thought. Sleep paralysis was likely old history from another angsty teenager.}

                     { She'd thought Alan had been exaggerating when he'd told her of the consequences of the things the teens had done to save their parents. Clearly, she'd underestimated their ability to go to extremities--and now they were paying the price. } 

              "I know talking about it won't make your problems to away, but I am paid to help and listen -- and I might not be Scott's emissary, but I can still listen when someone in his pack has a problem."

                                                   didn’t I?❞