Leaning forward, Isaac pressed a kiss to Stiles' forehead, fingers never ceasing in the movements of stroking through his hair. He's always liked it buzzed the way he used to wear it, but there was no denying that the Beta loved his mate's hair with a little more length to it.

He was shaking his head before Stiles even finished his sentence, eyes falling closed to further assist in his denial. He wasn't ready to admit that they might not have been able to fix it, that Stiles could die. He needed to be strong and he was stronger in denial. "I can't."