[Quiet as he speaks, just listening - and even once Stiles' monologue is done, he stays quiet. Just... looks at him for a long moment, thoughtful.]
[...]
[Looks down, breathing out - perhaps a little shaky, for only a moment]
He loved me. In the best way he could. [Maybe it faded. Maybe he loved him until he became king, became 'unlike' him in a way he couldn't stand. Maybe he loved him - and maybe that wasn't enough.]
[But maybe that wasn't the way he needed to be loved. Maybe it wasn't what he needed. Or maybe he's just selfish.]