[ Stiles deals with his problems by just pretending they didn't happen. It's something he's done since he was eight years old, and his mom died--his coping mechanisms lay in comics and video games, old books and basically anything that he could have gotten his hands on that would keep the nightmares edging at the corners of his thought processes far, far away.
This wasn't much different; he'd spend the majority of his time since the event trying to do anything that wasn't him being alone, throwing himself into Thanksgiving and doing research for his bestiary. But every time he'd get distracted, he'd see Scott's body, his head bludgeoned in, hear Isaac screaming around every corner or unturned page.
The walk had been a last ditch attempt of solidarity--he can only imagine how Allison's feeling, considering what happened with Isaac. The week after the event had just gone from bad to worse, as the natives of Beacon Hills curled in on themselves and tried to recover, and after a visit to Cora and completely wrecking his friendship with Derek, not even the pages of Through the Looking Glass have been able to quite hold his attention. With Allison, there's bonding, there's a similar camaraderie that comes from not only being absolutely traumatized but being human, and they'd fought together in the beginning and mourned together in the end.
He's playing on his device when she calls his name, and Stiles looks up and raises his head in a sup nod, offering a half-cocked smile. She looks just as exhausted as he does, if not worse, and Stiles jams his device in his pockets and halves the distance between them, meeting her. ] Ready?
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This wasn't much different; he'd spend the majority of his time since the event trying to do anything that wasn't him being alone, throwing himself into Thanksgiving and doing research for his bestiary. But every time he'd get distracted, he'd see Scott's body, his head bludgeoned in, hear Isaac screaming around every corner or unturned page.
The walk had been a last ditch attempt of solidarity--he can only imagine how Allison's feeling, considering what happened with Isaac. The week after the event had just gone from bad to worse, as the natives of Beacon Hills curled in on themselves and tried to recover, and after a visit to Cora and completely wrecking his friendship with Derek, not even the pages of Through the Looking Glass have been able to quite hold his attention. With Allison, there's bonding, there's a similar camaraderie that comes from not only being absolutely traumatized but being human, and they'd fought together in the beginning and mourned together in the end.
He's playing on his device when she calls his name, and Stiles looks up and raises his head in a sup nod, offering a half-cocked smile. She looks just as exhausted as he does, if not worse, and Stiles jams his device in his pockets and halves the distance between them, meeting her. ] Ready?