There have been enough issues, enough trauma to last a lifetime and yet Stiles is
adding to the troubles. The lingering pieces of the fox bubbling up and boiling out
at the worst possible times. And he’s WARNED Stuart about this. When it was at
all possible to utter the words despite a heavy tongue. But that wasn’t the reason
entirely here — even if Stiles is the one that makes his twin jump out of his own
skin more often than not. Hands are kept to himself as Stuart had instructed. Had
practically had Stiles’ heart wanting to break with the way it sounded. But there is
respect because he understands. Has gone through his own process of trying to
be alright after captivity and chaos. Both different circumstances but Stiles got it.
“No one is here but me.” he lets out softly, easing his way down to sit in front of
his brother. Ears have already been listening, straining to make sure after Stiles
had run through an initial sweep of the house. He always does this when pops is
working a late shift, but it’s done more frequently now for Stuart’s sake.
“You’re safe here, okay? I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
there’s a crippling tenseness in the whole of stuart’s body as he watches
stiles move -waits for him to stop - and while eyes are still not looking stiles in
the face, hazel orbs watch stiles movements anyways. nothing, in the way stiles
held himself, made stuart believe he was a threat. the explanations he’d gotten
from stiles, while understood correctly, brought stuart no discomfort, if only
helped with the understanding that, maybe, stiles understood his behavior.
even if part of stuart believed stiles would never truly understand him or what
he, himself, had been through
none of this stops stuart from taking comfort in the fact that, while his friends
might’ve been gone, he still had his brother with him, no matter how hard it was
to believe his words at times. like now, the way stiles words roll off his tongue
like it was such easy information to process. but it wasn’t. not for stuart, at least.
and maybe it’s all obvious with the way he held himself - the way he bites his
fingers, or the way his leg just wont stop bouncing with anxiety. he knows
from experience, that while he might look crazy to others, stiles didn’t
– wouldn’t – judge him, no matter how odd his actions were. and right now,
his actions were pretty normal. at least in his situation they were.
his movement is jerky - a shaking hand reaching up to scratch just behind his
ear, and yeah, okay, it might be obvious he hadn’t taken any of his anxiety
meds. he didn’t think it mattered all that much, though.
❝ a-are you s-sure? ❞ he pauses, though - almost feels bad
about questioning his brother at all. but he just gives a shaky nod
in the end. ❝ o-okay… ❞
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