Re: Washrooms: Scott and Allison
Allison sighed, hearing him so sure of helping her and Stiles, but not himself, and it made her sad, to see him with so little hope for himself. She wanted to see him leaving with them, but she was starting to worry that he wouldn't leave if she asked him. Sighing, she kissed him again, pulling away only to pepper his face with kisses. There were a few tears filling her eyes, and she let them fall as she blinked.
"I'm not leaving without you. I've told you already, I don't care what you've done, what you still have to do... I know you're trying to fit in, trying not to become... like me and Stiles. And I wouldn't want it for you." She lifted the dress from her thigh a little, showing a still angrily reddened brand, wincing at the memory of it. "I don't want to go home to your mom, and have her think I didn't fight to bring you home."