As Faye rolled onto her stomach, Stiles tilted his head enough to watch her, clearly in a little bit of surprise over her.. general reaction.
He wanted to say something, but he barely knew what to think. Only that her idea that he had nothing to be ashamed of sounded nice.
God, he wanted to believe her. Could he fake it until it was true? He really wanted to try. He really wanted it to be true, because it almost didn't matter what he did or didn't deserve anymore. He was just so tired of feeling this way.
Slowly, he rolled to lay down on his stomach beside Faye. In that second, Faye made him feel anything but lonely. He couldn't not answer her.
"Someone who made me do some pretty fucked up things before I came here." Stiles offered a weak shrug. "Made me kill people." But that was just the tip of the iceberg, wasn't it? It almost made Stiles feel like he was lying to her. He couldn't remember how many times he was told that things only happened the way they happened because of who Stiles was as a person. That he was always so wrong, and that's why they found each other and people had to die.
Stiles swallowed hard, furrowing his brow to try and hide the wetness in his eyes as he reached for his glass and took a long swig. Sighing and wincing at the burn, Stiles ducked his head down and coughed into the crook of his arm. Fuck. Without another word, Stiles put down the glass and rested his chin on his arm. "So I kind of get it. The whole..." Sort off nodding his head towards Faye, he sighed again and closed his eyes. "You know."
Christ, just thinking about it all made him tired. There were tears gathering at the corners of is eyes, so he promptly shut them to keep them from rolling out. He wasn't that drunk. "Thanks, Faye."