"I'm sorry I hurt you," Scott started. Scott and Stiles were sitting in the jeep, side by side like always. They had just picked up some fast food and pulled off by the preserve.
Stiles chewed on his fries slowly, not sure what to say.
"Thanks, man." Stiles went with something simple.
"Dude, I'm serious." Scott turned to him, leaning almost all the way over into the driver's seat.
"You didn't... I mean, I get it. I do." Stiles put down his food to look at Scott.
"I've had three months to re-remember. And everything came roaring back when I went into the cold chamber and I've hurt you. I could tell. We've fought." Scott's face was so earnest and so sad, Stiles suddenly wished he could take the pain away, the way Scott could.
"Look, you've pretty much got me forever. Sometimes relationships hurt. That's how it goes."
Scott was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"What if I wanted us to be different?"
"We are different." Stiles immediately replied. He thought that was obvious.
Scott smiled weakly, and Stiles could tell they were about to have a moment.
"Okay, look. We have fought. And I've forgiven you. We're good, I swear." Stiles tried again.
"As long as you're sure." Scott seemed skeptical, but his smile was wide and bright this time.
"I am."
Scott reached over and squeezed Stiles' hand, and it wasn't even weird.
Stiles went back to his fries, but for some reason the world suddenly seemed infinitely brighter.
Stiles chewed on his fries slowly, not sure what to say.
"Thanks, man." Stiles went with something simple.
"Dude, I'm serious." Scott turned to him, leaning almost all the way over into the driver's seat.
"You didn't... I mean, I get it. I do." Stiles put down his food to look at Scott.
"I've had three months to re-remember. And everything came roaring back when I went into the cold chamber and I've hurt you. I could tell. We've fought." Scott's face was so earnest and so sad, Stiles suddenly wished he could take the pain away, the way Scott could.
"Look, you've pretty much got me forever. Sometimes relationships hurt. That's how it goes."
Scott was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"What if I wanted us to be different?"
"We are different." Stiles immediately replied. He thought that was obvious.
Scott smiled weakly, and Stiles could tell they were about to have a moment.
"Okay, look. We have fought. And I've forgiven you. We're good, I swear." Stiles tried again.
"As long as you're sure." Scott seemed skeptical, but his smile was wide and bright this time.
"I am."
Scott reached over and squeezed Stiles' hand, and it wasn't even weird.
Stiles went back to his fries, but for some reason the world suddenly seemed infinitely brighter.
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