Stiles lifted his head to look at Allison. He didn't speak, but his eyes probably said volumes about what he was thinking. He felt like his whole world had crashed around his feet, and there was nothing left but splinters of broken glass and the all encompassing fog of a nightmare waiting to take hold and pull him under.
After a moment, he dropped his head back to the floor and gave a shuddering sort of sigh. He pressed his face to the floor, and silently willed Allison to leave him be. He knew that wasn't going to happen, though. He knew she wasn't going to walk away from him before he was up off the floor and back among the living.
he had no doubt she'd have him out of the room and sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him before it was all over. He didn't even drink coffee, but that was what Allison put in front of him in the vision he had of how this day was going to go.
He shuddered a second time, then lifted his head again. It felt light a lead weight, like the effort of holding it up was just too much. He lay his cheek back against the floor."Can't I have tonight? Just tonight to feel fucking sorry for myself?"