[He knows all about panic attacks, even if his don't tend to be quite like this. He knows it's different for everyone.
Stiles only hesitates for a split second before surging forward and wrapping his arms around her tightly. He's strong, but he also knows she could easily hurt him if she wants to. She has skills and training that he'll never be able to catch up to. More than that, she has instincts he'll never be able to match.
He doesn't think about any of this even as he hugs her close, though. He remembers the day she showed up on the Barge. The way they'd both freaked out, but how she'd grabbed him and held on tight, reassured him that everything was okay even though it wasn't.]
Listen to me, Allison. [His voice is hushed and whispered against her hair as he ducks his head close to her ear.] You weren't yourself. It's okay. It's okay.
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Stiles only hesitates for a split second before surging forward and wrapping his arms around her tightly. He's strong, but he also knows she could easily hurt him if she wants to. She has skills and training that he'll never be able to catch up to. More than that, she has instincts he'll never be able to match.
He doesn't think about any of this even as he hugs her close, though. He remembers the day she showed up on the Barge. The way they'd both freaked out, but how she'd grabbed him and held on tight, reassured him that everything was okay even though it wasn't.]
Listen to me, Allison. [His voice is hushed and whispered against her hair as he ducks his head close to her ear.] You weren't yourself. It's okay. It's okay.