It's going to be ok.
"
She hadn’t wanted to use that particular phrasing but well he was right. All of them were technically baby sitting him but she didn’t see it that way. Lydia wanted to look on the brighter side of things even if that said was shrouded in darkness and wasn’t very clear at all. All they wanted to do was save him from himself, from the beast that dwelled within his innocent being. He didn’t deserve this that much she was sure of so she planned on doing everything within her power to save him from slipping over an edge that he wouldn’t return from. “I was never much for baby sitting really. I’m here to keep you company, you’re not a child.”
Shrugging slender shoulders she kicked her shoes off then proceeded to make herself comfortable on his bed, but not too comfortable, after all she didn’t want to allow slumber to take hold of her. As she tucked her bare feet beneath her small frame her gaze focused on him taking note of every feature. The moles that adorned the column of his neck. The dark circles that rimmed his once bright eyes as well as the fatigue that settled into each muscle. She could see the way his hope was dwindling and she hated it. If Stiles no longer had hope that things would get better and he’d once more be himself, how would any of them?
His voice interrupted her train of thought causing her attention to focus on him yet again. “I’m fine Stiles, I got some sleep before I came over. I’ll be ok. Besides, I’m not suffering, it’s going to take more than a few missed hours of sleep to bring me down.” Lydia was clearly trying to lighten the mood and even if it wasn’t working she was determined to make the best of things. If her concern for him showed to much it would most likely add onto the guilt he was probably already feeling. “I noticed you took all those strings down, why?”
"Can't solve cases when you already know who the culprit is for the current ones. Besides, didn't think it'd matter." Momentarily, through his peripherals, the realization that she'd been studying him -- truly looking at him, even if only out of the purity of concern, coaxed a subtle unveiling and somehow he felt naked beneath the stare, perhaps out of its unexpected arrival, coaxing a downcast gaze toward his palms. "This has gotten so out of hand. I just keep thinking, what if I can't wake up? I can't avoid sleep forever, and the next time I do.. I actually kill someone? You're all doing the best you can, but you have enough to deal with." A pause ensued before he turned to glide his fingers through his dark locks, momentarily cradling his head in his palms before forcing himself upright, feet carrying him to the window.
"I don't regret it, though. The sacrifice we all made. This... life here, it's taken everything from my dad - I wasn't gonna let it take his life, too."
Abruptly, his gaze strayed, seeking the ground as if he found solace there before offering a low, incredulous chuckle. "Never would have imagined you would have been my tether, though. I uh, not that I'm complaining-- y'know." Returning to her side, he took a seat beside her once more only to loosely drape an arm around her to tug her into the faintest of embraces only to mumble in lowly audible tones, half slurred out of slight drowsiness.
"Thanks for coming, Lydia."
