CW: Loss of a loved one/deceased family member/death of a parent, death or dying, car accident, mentions of past trauma
Bloodshot eyes, caged by bags and clothes the same as yesterday signaled that Stiles hadn't slept.
"Before you ask," He said. "I didn't find anything. I didn't have time."
"Didn't have time? Dude, people are dying and-"
"-and I was busy totalling Roscoe…Now can you leave me alone." He turned but Scott grabbed his shoulder. Shit. Not Roscoe.
"I'm... I know that jeep meant a lot to you."
"That jeep was all I had left."
Scott's chest tightened. "Stiles, bud...i-it was your Mom's not your Mom."
"Yeah, but-." His voice cracked and he fell into Scott's arms.
"I know," Scott said as Stiles stained his sleeve with tears. "I know."
A/N: This is my first fan and I'm a bit nervous. I've also posted this on wattpad and may post it on AO3. I'd love any feedback. Thanks.