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                             [ silly boy, you thought you could save everyone. ]

    The window brings in a rattle of soft wind; the noise of it has his throat clenching, seizing around itself and he doesn't hesitate to click it shut. Bumps rise along his skin from it, prickling over worn, tired skin but Scott just ignores it, ignores the urge to tighten knuckles until they're ivory and blotched with red ribbons. He would bleed rivers and use his body as their armor if it meant to bring back what they've lost, to restore what death has stolen. A pause, an inhale. Stay strong, he reminds himself, how can you cry when there's things still left to mend? Body pivoting towards the doorway, the trembling figure of Stiles has him rushing over, palms anchoring themselves to the junction of shoulder and arm.

     "—Stiles, Stiles," He starts, brows furrowing into concern, worry heavy on his tongue, "—you're shaking."

     So is he; the tremors of his own palms are easily masked as they curl over human limbs. Fingers release and scatter, seeking until they engulf fists. A sharp gasps rips from his throat, veins flushing into onyx. The pain tastes like ice; sharp ends of glaciers cutting into his lungs and blue forming in his blood. It's different from Allison; she hadn't felt pain but it felt like fire, soft with flames in his throat, ashes pouring into mountains on his chest. Her blood had been the gasoline.

    Grieve, his mother said, you're allowed to grieve.

    Scott keeps a hand curled over their shared fingers. Can Stiles see the blood shed over their skins like he can, can he see the red threads tightening over their hands behind closed lids? It hasn't stopped dripping from his own; he can't remember what it was like to have unsullied palms, fingers soft with boyish charm. "You're literally freezing."

          [ you thought if you loved someone enough, death wouldn't touch them. ] 

*is sat upon* hello bby <3 *loves you down*

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      [ the bandages now lay on the floor in a pile and Scott is visibly       cupping Stiles' cheeks, before he lets go and kneels on the ground       in front of his best friend. he's relieved and yet, he knows this is       nowhere near over. ]