In the silence, holding Isaac, he wasn't quiet; he was never quiet. Instead, he spoke softly, the little things he had always told the other teen. What he loved about the werewolf, the stupid stuff that sometimes annoyed him...Stiles just spilled out everything he had ever thought about them, quietly, carefully, reverently. If Isaac was going to die, he wanted the teen to know how much he was loved--how much Stiles had truly cared.

When Isaac spoke again, Stiles nodded. "Yeah--yeah I'll tell him. Promise." He smiled tightly, leaning down to kiss him again. "I won't forget. Trust me...I never do. Not a thing."