Stiles' expression was pained. He hadn't exactly been there for Scott in quite awhile back home now. But it didn't sound cheesy. For most of his life, Scott had been Stiles' only friend. His brother in every way that mattered, and avoiding him had been painful even if it had felt necessary at the time. Which was apparently a stupid way for him to feel.
He let out a breath before wrapping his arms around Scott in a tight hug, shutting his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I just didn't want to make things worse for you and I think I did anyway." I'm gonna fix it, he thought fiercely. Somehow. He would fix things for Scott back home.