[He lays his head against the bars again, listening as she tells him that Scott's like her Scott. Like his. Except his Scott wasn't a killer. His Scott couldn't even fathom it. The comparison isn't exactly accurate in Stiles' mind, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the Scott from his barge, either. He can't imagine any version of Scott he wouldn't look at as a brother, as a best friend.]
Yeah, that's...what Allison says too. [His voice is quiet. Tired.]
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Yeah, that's...what Allison says too. [His voice is quiet. Tired.]