there was something enlightening in the suffocation, this tightness that makes him feel almost lighter, like the world for just one second had stopped turning & let him have this moment of serenity. for almost dying, he thought it was pretty well deserved.
“I’m good.”
& he says it again, as if to only prove it to himself.
“Stiles…”
He trailed off and pulled away so that he look his son in the eyes.They say that the e y e s are the mirrors to one’s soul.Stiles’ answer didn’t convince him and now his eyes proved his doubts r i g h t. All he could see was pain and it was killing him.
“You don’t have to lie to me. It’s okay not to be okay. It’s understandable.”