@silverstrung !
He’s caught in silence. mind empty and ridden of thoughts, of course, that’s the way it should be during moments spent watching films, is it not? it’s not something he can help. it’s the late hours of the night spent in his room with only the darkest corners of his mind to keep him company that make him feel equivalent to a walking corpse. the nightmares get so loud, that sleep has almost become a distant friend. it’s what brings stiles to him. the ability he’s gifted with in his presence makes it so much easier; he can relate. scott understands too, but—it’s been difficult to be around him. difficult because— ❛ god, sorry. force of habit. ❜ he pulls his hand back for a second. AWAY from his, but quickly comes to realize that this is silly. were they not beyond the point of uncertain hand holding? ❛ and i’m—also sorry for saying sorry. lack of sleep, y’know? i’m—my mind is just, all over the place. i guess. ❜
