Stiles pushed himself so that he was sitting up, but he pressed his back to the wall because he felt like he needed it to keep him upright. He looked at Allison for a long, tense moment, then tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
He remembered how it felt when Allison had been trapped on the other side. He'd felt her presence, and had quickly realised it was her. He'd felt it in his chest, but deep inside, in some dark, dangerous place he couldn't access on his own.
He felt like he was drowning in it now, and her statement about waiting to sink felt all too accurate. He sighed and pawed at his face, jammed his fingers through his hair.
"I know it's selfish of me, but I didn't want her to go. I begged her not to go. I'm the one who needs her. Her dad thought she was dead for half her life. Then he sent her away to school. Why does she have to go back to him when I need her now?"