As much as he wanted to, Scott didn't really have it in him to fight the hug his best friend was giving him, so instead he just let it happen and with one arm still around Allison, still laying in his lap, he clung to Stiles with his free arm.
At this point, he didn't even have any tears or sobs left. It was just blank emptiness and that wasn't something that was at all familiar to Scott. He had never felt so devoid of...everything before. Was this is? Was this all that he had left?