Stiles shook his head. "No. I promised you forever no matter what. I mated you for life. Yeah, you fucked up and I'm angry but mostly I'm hurt, and I'm scared," he said with a wavering voice. "You broke my heart, Jackson." Jackson quickly shucked his clothes and forwent the pajama pants, not wanting to be further away from Stiles right now. He decided boxers were satisfactory. He slowly eased himself onto the bed, keeping his distance now that the pillows were set up. "Then I will spend every minute picking up the pieces. I won't rest until I've recovered them all and put your heart back together again. I love you and I'll prove it," he promised. Stiles shuddered, full of emotion and nodded before laying down and curling up facing the middle.