Ho il cuore raggomitolato, stretto stretto. Un fermaglio colorato di sentimenti.
M'aggrappo ad esso con tutta la forza che ho, è tutto ciò che mi rimane. Un cuore rattoppato, con le fibre grinzose e un sangue variopinto di paure.
Try telling me Nogitsune!Stiles’s eyes aren’t saying I know exactly what you and Stiles did in Derek’s loft while you were waiting for him and Scott to come back from saving Boyd. I know how you bent him over the hood of his jeep when he refused to help you track down Derek last year. I know what you two still do, when Stiles’s dad is working late shifts and Scott is too busy to hang out with his best friend. I know what’s going on in your head when you see him all tied up and defenseless like this.