[ Stiles doesn't bother responding to the text, because he's out of his room in half a second. Derek's with Isaac, and for as long as Stiles has been able to keep the guilt and loneliness at bay, sitting by himself in his room is making it come down on him so heavily that he can just feel the ache of panic deep in his chest, biting at the edge of his thoughts.
Spending time with Mary Margaret is going to help. It always does.
There's a knock on her door just a few minutes later, and he's standing there with his hands in his pockets, gaze going everywhere but at the door; he looks exhausted and unhappy, shoulders slumped, because talking to Mary Margaret makes Stiles feel a little like he can just let go. ]
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Spending time with Mary Margaret is going to help. It always does.
There's a knock on her door just a few minutes later, and he's standing there with his hands in his pockets, gaze going everywhere but at the door; he looks exhausted and unhappy, shoulders slumped, because talking to Mary Margaret makes Stiles feel a little like he can just let go. ]