FIGHT ME.

arrafrost:

“I miss him…”

“It hasn’t been that long since we talked to him on Skype, Stiles. At least we know where he is now and that he’s okay.” Scott spoke softly to his best friend who had suddenly appeared in his window. Scott had smelled and heard him coming, could smell the salt on the boy’s cheeks, but he stayed at his desk and let Stiles come up in his own time.

Stiles crawled onto Scott’s bed, laying himself out and tucking one of the pillows between his arms. He barely made any noise, didn’t have much expression on his face. Scott never sees Stiles cry, he only sees the quiet aftermath. “I know,” he half mumbled into the pillow, “but I still miss him.”