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Scott missed Stiles so much it was like a limb of his completely snapped off. He was helpless to stop it, and there was nothing he could do. He missed Lydia too, wherever she went, and it felt like they were all adrift, detached. So Allison was welcome, and the hug was even more so. Scott melted into it, like he'd been waiting for days, and he was never one to turn down shared comfort. He was soft and sweet, and he thought those habits made him a strange Alpha. Generally, there was nothing Alpha about him. Other than he led, but through group agreement.
He hugged her and closed his eyes, enjoying it for a few seconds. Allison would always be his first love, and extremely important to him. "You're never barging in. Honestly it's great to have company." Scott wasn't used to being lonely. As far back as he could remember Stiles was his constant companion, and he had his mom to lean on no matter what. "This town feels so empty, you know?"