A/N: I started writing this about two weeks ago right after a family friend died, so this was kind of cathartic for me. I'm really happy with the way it turned out and it's the longest thing I've written in a long time, so even better!
Stiles was used to being lonely, to being alone.
When he was a kid, he'd always gone to his mother when he needed comfort. But she'd died when he was 10, leaving him without that guiding hand. Sure, he still had his dad and he loved him more than he could ever express, but his dad had lost someone too. His dad was more withdrawn after his mom died, drank more, worked longer hours. Stiles knew that's how he was coping and tried his best to make things less stressful for his dad.
It wasn't easy for an ADHD kid with an overactive imagination and a tendency to put way more responsibility on his shoulders than he should, but he did his best. Things were mostly good and Stiles knew most of his dad's worry at his antics was laced with fondness instea