"No..." Stiles choked back a sob, fingers sliding through Isaac's damp curls, shaking his head. "...If I had taken the bite, I could have carried you. I--" If he had been one of them, he wouldn't have been helpless, holding his partner as he slowly died.

"Don't be sorry. This is my fault." He leaned down, pressing lips to Isaac's, not caring how bad the black gunk tasted, the blood. He just needed to be close to him.