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Derek stood in front of a white-eyed Stiles, who remained unmoved on the floor of the loft.
Now I need for you to at least try and move
I don’t think you understand just how much I can’t do that
You need to learn how to move while using your power, otherwise, you'
Derek could see the hesitation in Stiles’ first movement as one of the hands lift off the ground. From behind, he could hear the rattling of the large window of the loft.
Steady no need to be nervous
He watched as Stiles moved a knee off the floor, replacing it with a flat foot.
You’re doing well
At the encouragement, Stiles then removed the last hand touching the floor and repeated the same gesture with the other knee and foot. But instead of moving out the squatting position, she remained unmoved.
Unless you’re playing Leap Frog I suggest you stand all the way up
Still mad about being outside and unconscious
I’m over that
A smirk formed on Stiles’ face, that’s a lie
Derek rolled his eyes at the antics, you’re not focusing
I’m completely focused
The rattling continued to get louder, there’s proof that says otherwise
Stiles doesn’t get a chance to retort back due to someone suddenly banging on the door. This caused a large crack to form in the middle the window, just as Stiles’ eyes returned to normal while falling onto the floor.
Derek made a huff of annoyance as he headed to the door, ignoring Stiles on the floor.
Rude, Stiles sent to him while getting up.
Ignoring the obvious baiting, Derek slid opened the door to find Liam on the other side looking rather sheepish upon seeing Derek’s face, “Not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Ignore him,” Stiles instructed while taking a stand beside Derek, “Everything, okay?”
"It's Mason," Liam explained. Without needing to say more, Stiles ushered the young werewolf inside the loft. He noticed the large crack, but decided against making a comment, "I'm worried about him." He explained, facing the mated couple, "He hasn’t talked to anyone about what happened with him.”
Stiles gave him an understanding look, “Well, Liam usually when someone goes through like Mason did, talking about it is hard.” Stiles shared with a shrugged shoulder, “Speaking from experience it’s really hard.”
“Which is why I was thinking you should talk to him.” This earned an immediate reluctant facial expression from Stiles, “Please, you’re the only one who knows what it’s like.”
Stiles exchanged a look with Derek, who wasn’t much of help considering the up and down shoulder motion, “Okay.”
Mason had been in the weight room alone, running on the treadmill. It was the only place where he could get some actual peace away from his worrying best friend and newly-found boyfriend. Seriously, he knew they were just concerned about his mental state, considering what he had done as the Beast. Well, technically, it was some 18th century murder that those doctors wanted to revive, but somehow, he was a key in doing so. Which, didn’t make any sense considering-
"You keep trying to make sense of what happened you're going to pop a blood vessel." A voice warned him, shocking him back to reality. Beside the treadmill stood Stiles, “Seriously, you’ll make yourself go more insane.”
Mason slowed down the speed, but kept the belt moving, “I’m just trying to figure out why it had to be me of all people. I mean, I killed people. Like hundreds of people.”
“You didn’t do that.”
“Yeah, I know I didn't." Mason answered with an annoyed tone, "But that doesn't make me feel any better." He pressed the stop button of the machine and walked off sitting on the bench, "How am I supposed to live with myself knowing that I killed innocent people?"
Stiles took a seat next to him focusing ahead of them, “It's harder to heal than it is to kill.” Stiles quoted.
Thinking that Stiles was talking about Donovan, Mason said, “Yours was self-defense.”
"I've killed before," Stiles answered in a dry tone, earning an inquisitive from Mason. Stiles cast him a glance, "I don't talk about it much, but before Scott bit Liam I had been possessed by a dark fox spirit called a Nogitsune." Stiles took a deep breath, "It made me do horrible things. From stabbing Scott to blowing up the Sheriff’s station, killing a bunch of my dad’s deputies.” Mason stayed silent, “It took months for me to accept that what it had done wasn’t my fault. Just like with Sebastien and the Beast wasn’t your fault.” Stiles glanced at him, “The guilt is going to stay there.” Stiles leaned in closer to him, “Unless you let go, forgive yourself, forgive the situation, and you realize that the situation is over.”
“How do I do that?”
“With the help of your friends, your boyfriend,” Stiles gave him a gentle smile, “Your pack.”