[She stares at him blankly for a moment, hiccuping with tears, heaving instead of breathing...and then she understands.
She realizes that it's true. He knows...oh, God, he knows. He knows and she knows and he's still whole. Strong enough to hold her now, strong enough to function, strong enough to come here and to fight...
When he pulls her in again, she lets him. She tucks her face against his shoulder and she sobs. She holds on tight, clings to him like a lifeline, because Stiles is safe for this. He's safe, because he knows the blood and the hunger and the joy. He knows everything she did, knew it long before she was bitten because he'd done those things.
So she lets him hold her, she cries until she feels like she might pass out, and she hugs him as much to comfort him as to be comforted.
Not because Stiles is pack...but because Stiles knows.]
Monday Spam
She realizes that it's true. He knows...oh, God, he knows. He knows and she knows and he's still whole. Strong enough to hold her now, strong enough to function, strong enough to come here and to fight...
When he pulls her in again, she lets him. She tucks her face against his shoulder and she sobs. She holds on tight, clings to him like a lifeline, because Stiles is safe for this. He's safe, because he knows the blood and the hunger and the joy. He knows everything she did, knew it long before she was bitten because he'd done those things.
So she lets him hold her, she cries until she feels like she might pass out, and she hugs him as much to comfort him as to be comforted.
Not because Stiles is pack...but because Stiles knows.]