I might need you to hold me tonight
Most of the time Stiles is fine, fine, fine. There is nothing wrong with him at all. He’s got a decent life, he’s got school, and the lacrosse team he’ll never actually get to play on and he’s got Scott, sort of it, and he’s got plenty to take up his time, plenty to keep him fine. Because he can’t be anything else really.
There’s no one there who could deal with it if he wasn’t fine, he can’t do that to his dad, Scott would be hopeless, and it would be too much to hope that anyone else might be able to give him just a little bit of the support he doles out on a daily basis to the people he considers friends, family, pack.
But tonight, tonight he can’t help it.
His dad is working, and Stiles can’t blame him. He’d be doing something too if the idea of doing anything at all didn’t make him shake. So he stays at home, turns off his phone, closes his computer, ignores any homework he may or may not have and makes himself as small as he can. He does his best not to remember that night, when it happened. When they all fell apart and nothing would ever be the same again. He tries not to think about it and fights down the sob that wants to rip its way from his throat. He presses his face into the tops of his knees, wraps his arms around himself and just breathes, in and out, in and out, in and out.
He only really becomes aware of someone else in the room with him when he’s lifted up from the floor. When he’s carried to his bed and Stiles can’t do anything to fight it. It hurts too much, and for once he can’t pretend to be fine.
“You should have told me.” Came the rough quiet response as Stiles wraps himself around Derek. Clinging in a way that he’d be embarrassed about on any other night. But tonight he can’t help it and he can’t be anything other than what he is right then. Broken and hurting and he needs someone.
He just hadn’t realized it was Derek until now.
OH GOD, BB. THIS HURTS SO GOOD.