As much as it pained Stiles, he would give Isaac what he wanted. Fingers slipping to cup the back of his neck, he pressed their foreheads together, smiling as brightly as he could, even if it broke his heart.

"...love you too."

He knew when Isaac passed. The light fading out of his eyes, the final stillness to him, the lack of breath. That was when Stiles finally broke, gripping at the dead boy as if he was all he had, burying his head against his bloody chest, sobbing.

That was the way they found him, twenty minutes later, gripping at someone who could no longer grip back.