Long Returning ¤ Stiles Stilinski [1]

33- Eternal

"I would like to go back to the topic of guilt today." Morrell had started.

Cara wasn't surprised to know Morrell was a proper therapist in the institute, in her opinion she was a great one, she really helped with your problems and got you to open up in an interesting way, which is why it was also not surprising to her that she was an emmissary to Deucalion's pack.

Cara had tuned out the psychologist and her rant about guilt, playing with Stiles' fingers, them still laced together for comfort. She could tell that the said boy was quite nervous and anxious to be in his position. He was so sure that he was doing the right thing by admitting himself here but he was certainly doubting it now. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was extremely glad his girlfriend had decided to follow him.

Stiles didn't realize until now how much he needed Cara, he realized how it felt so empty without her next to him, how he would play with her fingers when he was nervous, her doing the same, how she rested her head on his shoulder so very often, how he needed her so bad in times where he felt absolutely insecure and anxious without her by his side and it made him treasure her existence so much more. 

Cara stared at him with admiration, she didn't really focus in his features before but everything about him was so beautiful. His eyes were a light brown and they were, quite puppy like, a cute soft shade of brown. She couldn't help but feel like at the moment all she needed was him. Cara was so in love with the boy that she could barely love herself sometimes. She needed Stiles with her all the time and she didn't think she could survive even a moment without him.

As she let her eyes roam his face, her mind drifted to the rest if the pack. What were they doing? Were they okay? Were they alive? Cara shook her head in fear as she didn't want the fright to get to her so she finally made herself listen to what Morrell had been saying.

"Malia," Morell started causing Cara to flinch suddenly as chills ran up her spine from something, she looked around, trying to figure out what caused the sudden action. "You said something about guilt the other day. You said it came with a visceral reaction." 

Stiles narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend, quietly asking her if she was okay, which she nodded to. 

Malia stared at Cara and then at her hand that was wrapped in Stiles'. "I said it made me feel sick to my stomach." 

Stiles' eyes were strained to the floor and so were Cara's but she, nevertheless, listened closely to what the therapist had to say. "Guilt often becomes physical, you feel it in your gut. It's not just psychological."

Stiles' head slowly snaps behind him, he stares at it, Cara noticing instantly as she looks at him with worry, hand going on top of his in comfort. Stiles looks at Cara before his head snaps at the teacher who had directed her attention to him. "What does guilt make you feel, Stiles? Cara?"

Both of them look at the teacher not understanding what she had said as they were busy in paranoia. 

"Nervous." Stiles answered with a shake of his head as the women nodded her head in understanding.