"You don't look ridiculous," Stiles said as he moved to wipe the tear from Allison's cheek. "You still look pretty and beautiful as always." Stiles gave Allison a reassuring smile before he gave her a squeeze.
"And you have nothing to be sorry about. None of it is your fault. It... is all mine," Stiles said softly as he closed his eyes. He shook his head and let out a soft sigh. "I love him, Ally, I love Derek and I can't help but be jealous and a little angry that he needs a third slave because it feels like I am not enough." Stiles removed a hand to run it through his hair where he pulled on the strands. "And I can't help but think he will fall in love with you like Scott did. I mean you are perfect and strong and beautiful."