[ You shouldn't, he thinks, a smile that looks more bitter than anything and doesn't come close to touching his eyes twisting his features. But instead he nods, like it's that simple, like it doesn't mean anything, even though it does.
I trust you, he thinks, the smile long gone and replaced with an unsettling frown, because he's not sure when it happened, but it did; he's not good with trust, thought he might even have forgotten how, and yet he was dying and there Stiles was, he was drowning and Stiles held him above water. It's begrudging, in the respect that he doesn't want to trust anyone, doesn't want to need anyone, but creating his own betas changed that as much as everything else, breaking the dam he could never put a stop to. ]
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I trust you, he thinks, the smile long gone and replaced with an unsettling frown, because he's not sure when it happened, but it did; he's not good with trust, thought he might even have forgotten how, and yet he was dying and there Stiles was, he was drowning and Stiles held him above water. It's begrudging, in the respect that he doesn't want to trust anyone, doesn't want to need anyone, but creating his own betas changed that as much as everything else, breaking the dam he could never put a stop to. ]
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