Stiles drops his eyes to the floor, trying to find anexplanation there. He looked about as broken as he felt ; his hair was mattedand awry, dark circles rounded his eyes, his clothes were wrinkled and looklike they hadn’t been washed in a few days – HE’S A MESS. Clearing his throat,he shrugs a shoulder like it wasn’t that big of a deal. And really, he didn’tthink so. He’d gladly trade his life for hers any day – if the demon had askedfor his soul in half a year, he would’ve taken it. Lydia being ALIVE is so damnimportant to him that he’d throw everything else to the wind to make sure shewas healthy and breathing. The brunet scrubs at his face and blows out a sighthrough his nose. “ What was I supposed to do ? ” He asks, looking up & intoher eyes in desperation. “ I couldn’t let you die. You’re my soulmate, Lydia. Icouldn’t – it was torture having to suffer through those days half-empty. Icouldn’t do it, it hurt too much. ” His voice is wavering, showing just howunglued & close to utter shutdown he is. He’d been banking on her revival,that’s easy to tell. “ You know that you’re the most important out of both ofus. I couldn’t let you be dead, alright ? You’re smarter than me, you’re – you’rea banshee. There’s more of a future for you then there was ever going to be forme. ”