Stiles and Scott had known each other for long enough that at this point, half the time they didn't even really need words. A look said a lot and the one that he was getting just then pulled at Scott. A lot. But he wasn't going to let it go at that.
"No, sorry doesn't-" he shook his head, "Stiles, I...I can't do this without you, okay? I can't. I mean, I wake up every day, expecting this to just be another dream and for it to all fade away like it has for months and I just...can't. Without you." he sighed and stared at the top of the desk for a few minutes before looking up again, "Why? Why aren't you talking to me? Why do you keep avoiding me?" Because maybe it was everyone and everything, but it felt a lot more personal some days.