[ it weighs a little more heavily on stiles when he sees just how much that remark affects him, and he swallows a mouthful of guilt. he hesitates, briefly shutting his eyes, before reaching over to slide his hand over scott's free one, gently squeezing the other boy's fingers with his own.
there's uncertainty in the touch, like part of him is still afraid that scott is going to recoil in horror or disgust. ]
Even if you stop caring, no one else you've ever met will. You leave an impression.
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[ it weighs a little more heavily on stiles when he sees just how much that remark affects him, and he swallows a mouthful of guilt. he hesitates, briefly shutting his eyes, before reaching over to slide his hand over scott's free one, gently squeezing the other boy's fingers with his own.
there's uncertainty in the touch, like part of him is still afraid that scott is going to recoil in horror or disgust. ]
Even if you stop caring, no one else you've ever met will. You leave an impression.