He could feel a wave of relief hit him as he heard that Stilinski would be alright. Scott didn’t even want to think about what could have come from a different outcome. There’s a part of him that blames himself for everything that had happened, the other half knew there wasn’t anything he could of done. He had tried to do the right thing, he always went in with good intentions but something always seemed to go wrong. A sigh fell from his lips, a small smile forming at the news but that’s when he caught a glance at Stiles standing at a Vending Machine down the hall.
There wasn’t even an ounce of hesitation in his footsteps as he walked towards the boy he considered to be his brother. It was understatement to say that things hadn’t been good for them as of late. Stiles was his best friend but now he’s not even sure whether the bridges have been burned or if this is just a rough patch for them. Scott just hoped it was the latter.
“Stiles.” Voice soft, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle this. They had a lot they needed to discuss but right now didn’t seem like the place. Then again, sometimes words needed to be said even when not most convenient. "Your dad’s going to be alright.” It wasn’t like Stiles didn’t already know this, but he just found himself saying it anyways. “If there’s anything I can do to help...”