[Stiles was quiet for a moment before nodding, deciding to trust Derek on this. The look on his face as the demon waltzed around in Stiles' body...he didn't think the Alpha would let that happen again.]
I think so... [Stiles didn't really want to move, however; Derek's hand and arm were comforting, promising safety, though Stiles would never tell him that aloud.]
I...I didn't kill Scott's mom. [Stiles pauses for a moment, looking up again with growing horror.] I didn't kill Scott's mom. [It's more of a question.]
...Yes. [It's easier than the hospital, where Stiles is sure people are probably pouring in to treat their wounds - wounds he caused, or his body did - and people...people his hands had killed.] ...please?
[Stiles picks himself up off the ground, sticking closer to Derek's side than he would ever admit to later. For all his hanging around werewolves and near-death experiences, that demon had well and truly scared the shit out of him.
He'll get over it eventually - always did, in the end - but hell if he wasn't worried about the damn thing coming back. It had been in his head.]
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I think so... [Stiles didn't really want to move, however; Derek's hand and arm were comforting, promising safety, though Stiles would never tell him that aloud.]
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He'll get over it eventually - always did, in the end - but hell if he wasn't worried about the damn thing coming back. It had been in his head.]
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