Scott watched as Stiles ran his hands over his face and stared out the window. Maybe it was more serious than Scott had actually thought. And there it was. That part of Stiles that made him the best friend anyone could ever dream of having. He just wanted to fix it. To fix everything what was wrong back home. Scott's words were caught in his throat for a moment before he found it in him to finally speak again.
And as much as it pained him to think it, nevermind say it, Scott knew the truth. "You can't, Stiles," he mumbled. "You- nobody can fix it. It happened and...it's over." his voice wavered, try as he might to keep it steady he couldn't. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "but it's the truth...it's reality." A reality he'd tried a thousand times to bargain his way out of, to no avail. A reality he still didn't want to accept.