He didn't accept that. Couldn't accept it. It might be impossible, but until Stiles knew that for sure, he wasn't going to let it go. He would explore every single option, every damn possibility in this world and their own. And after he'd exhausted all of them, then he'd concede to defeat. But not until then.
Stiles stared out the window overlooking the pool, lifting a hand to his mouth and chewing on his thumbnail. "What if it isn't?" he whispered. "What if there's a way?" His chest was tight as he turned his head to look at Scott, eyes troubled. "I'm going to keep looking, man. Just in case."