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On some days, Stiles smells like sadness. Like the forest in the rain, but with that undercurrent of ash that makes my throat feel like I'm choking on a mouthful of smoke and debris. Those are the days that I watch him. I watch his hands as they tremble, hear his heart skip a beat as he tells the pack that he's fine.