"Okay..." Stiles smiled weakly, nodding, not caring how the tears were pouring down his face, then. Shifting Isaac up slightly, so the werewolf could hear his heart, Stiles pressed lips against those curls he loved to play with, so much.

"I think I can do most of those things..." He couldn't promise; Stiles couldn't imagine loving anyone more than he loved Isaac--this was supposed to be their forever thing. They'd made plans...worked on them. Just because Isaac would be gone, didn't mean he'd give them up. It wasn't in Stilinski nature; they didn't just move on. "Just don't think the whole 'falling in love' thing works, when I'm already in love."

His fingers gripped at Isaac, holding him tightly, as if that would somehow just give them more time. If his sheer will could hold him together, just a bit longer.