Stiles put his head in his hands for a moment, slunk over on the couch like it was hard to even sit. His nerves getting the best of him. He just tuned out everything aside from her voice as she tried to say all the right things. Glue the pieces back together that wouldn’t even come close to fitting. Though there she was trying. He let out a raspy breath before pulling his face from his clammy palms, looking over at the vibrant shade of green that her eyes encompassed. “It’s not—” he said at a whisper almost like a question before she carried on with her train of thought. Truly he was appreciative that she didn’t hate him. That she was letting him know that even after his reckless behavior, even when he’d come so close to stealing her life. She didn’t hold it against him. That same guilt clouding his own rational thoughts. Even if she forgave him.. His friends always seemed to forgive him, but no matter what it didn’t cure his mind of his own guilt. “So, you’re over it, just..” he said relief mixed with a hesitance he couldn’t understand. “Like that..” a strange urge to smile, and just sigh at the same. He swallowed down all the hopeless counters he could have said in reply. ‘ life isn’t always fair ‘ now wasn’t that the cold relentless truth of the universe. Finally he gave in and let the faintest smile form on his face. “How overly optimistic of you,” he teased hoping to leave the previous conversation behind. Whether or not he’d ever be capable of coming to terms with what he’d done.. He’d buried a similar pain in his psyche before. Done even worse evils than one fatal wound. Killed people. But he still wasn’t a killer. And sitting here with her.. he didn’t want to see her bleed, but be the one to protect her from those who would attempt to harm her. “I’ll be fine,” he said before her hand left, the absence of her touch caused his smile to fall into a serious straight line. “Can’t blame you for that,” he said to himself casting his eyes away from her, voice like velvet. Soothing. A calm finally coming over him, the storm inside his own head still. “I was scared of me,” he admitted the feeling all too familiar, running his hands together, trying to ignore those tortuous thoughts that rose time and time again. It wasn’t the first time, those words made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, sucking in a breath of air, exhaling sharply. “It’s fine, it’s whatever, don’t say sorry,” he said hating the existence of that word and all the vacancy it could hold. “Vampire—” he said as if shaming the entire species, licking at his lips, “right.” His concentration on the whole thing had fleeted, eyes now staring off at nothing in particular until her hand came in contact with his knee. Coaxing him to turn back to the strawberry blonde, he felt like a lump had formed in his throat.. Hot coal in his chest. “Your right, vampires are monsters, but—” he paused momentarily placing his hand on hers for his own personal comfort. “It’s complicated, It was me, but with cravings.. Kind of how werewolves have those urges to maim and kill — so, the person is still there just diluted, s u p p r e s s e d by the hunger, the— ” only to be interrupted by the doorbell, he nearly jumped from his own skin.
“Just like that” she repeated with a confidence that would only stretch as far as she would allow it to. Before this point she thought all of this had been relatively easier than she once presumed. It wasn’t until now that she realized her former assumptions concerning the sensitivity of this subject had been spot on whereas the focus of difficulties had been completely off base. Stiles was always the one verbally comforting Lydia. Most times the comfort she provided him was unspoken. Now the tables had turned and she was forced to watch him suffer unimaginable anguish due to the demons who previously possessed him. The strawberry blonde female couldn’t even begin to know what he was going through but the dry tone in his voice indicated it was very troubling. Remaining strong was something Lydia had to do for him in spite of her own petty feelings, and though this was difficult it didn’t prove to be impossible. “But—-” her eyes scanned over his as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for the pause. Surely he wasn’t a sympathizer like Scott, right? The storm in her irises’ calmed when he placed his hand gently over top of hers. “Scott was right then” she muttered quietly to herself midway through his words. Before she could make a comment the doorbell rung and she jumped slightly, clearly surprised. Her hand pulled back and landed on her lap as she gave a weak smile “Pizza’s here” leaning away from him now to give him room to stand the redhead straightened out her skirt and crossed her legs at the calves. Resting on the edge of the couch now with a good stack of notes on hand she thought it a decent amount of coverage on the creatures and the incident to push them in a new direction of the investigation. The main objective being ‘ Taylor & The Originals. ’
