[ billy didn't imply that he needs to help him, no, he made it pretty clear that he was just checking in and being kind - but responding to negative conclusions and hyperbole in an attempt to play down what you're really thinking is just a part of being defensive, when you're stiles stilinski. he doesn't like that billy has to worry about him at all - he doesn't like that he's fucked up a conversation about cupcakes and thank yous with more depressing talk about his condition and his mom and their being stuck here in deer-hell together. he just... ]
You didn't upset me. I just feel like an asshole.
[ he just doesn't feel good about any of this. he doesn't feel good about making billy feel as if he shouldn't have asked, too, and stiles' tone is still sharp, he can't help that, but he's trying very hard to soften it. he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, making a quiet, frustrated noise beneath his breath. he's not sure if he can explain what he's feeling, he's not sure if he has that self-awareness. right now everything begins and ends with him feeling bad, whatever that means. ]
I'm sorry. Okay?
[ still sharp, still frustrated, but stiles hears it and bites the inside of his cheek, opening and closing his mouth like he's trying to think of something better to say to smooth this all out. he should be good at finding the right words, he usually is - but right now, nothing comes. ]
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You didn't upset me. I just feel like an asshole.
[ he just doesn't feel good about any of this. he doesn't feel good about making billy feel as if he shouldn't have asked, too, and stiles' tone is still sharp, he can't help that, but he's trying very hard to soften it. he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, making a quiet, frustrated noise beneath his breath. he's not sure if he can explain what he's feeling, he's not sure if he has that self-awareness. right now everything begins and ends with him feeling bad, whatever that means. ]
I'm sorry. Okay?
[ still sharp, still frustrated, but stiles hears it and bites the inside of his cheek, opening and closing his mouth like he's trying to think of something better to say to smooth this all out. he should be good at finding the right words, he usually is - but right now, nothing comes. ]