āNo ā but Iām not everyone,ā he responded softly, feeling suddenly slightly self conscious when he watched his brotherās eyes trail to his hand ā shaking fingers closing into a palm on instinct. He knew it was just Stuart, but he still even had his insecurities over his injury withĀ Scott. His own eyes, albeit, then found the bottle of medication before his eyes dropped, clearing his throat a little. ā⦠ā better. Theyāve ā¦ā ā he gestured loosely to the bottle in question before continuing,Ā ā ⦠theyāve been helping. Along with just ⦠trying to view things differently. Have a different outlook. I canāt .. ā I canāt let myself get to that point again. ⦠ā itās still difficult, yāknow ..? It doesnāt go away. It just gets manageable.ā
āI know youāre not everyone,ā Stuart said quietly, grateful that Stiles was still so willing to make Cora feel comfortable here, even after what sheād done to his hand. He frowned as Stiles closed his fingers into a palm, making it a point not to look at his hand anymore if his brother was still so self-conscious about it. He nodded as Stiles spoke, an attempt at a smile coming over his face. āGood, I...thatās good, Stiles,ā he whispered,Ā swallowing harshly as he kept his eyes on the other. Because Stuart didnāt ever want Stiles to feel like that again-- he didnāt ever want to have to feel again what heād felt in the moments before Stiles was about to throw himself off the roof. Heād known something was reallyĀ wrong, but he hadnāt exactly been sure as to what. When Scott had told him about Stilesā suicide attempt, everything had slipped into place, the reason for all the pain Stuart had been feeling suddenly making sense.