Stiles got dressed and walked back over to Chris, wrapping his arms around the other from behind, kissing his shoulder softly. “You’re all I have left now, Chris,” he whisepred softly. “Dad’s gone, Peter’s gone… Derek’s going to Canada… going to France… is that going to keep us from all this kind of trouble? Are you still planning on hunting once we get there? I can’t lose you, too…”
Chris lifted his hands to place them over Stiles’. “France is a bit quieter than Beacon. I won’t say we’ll be entirely removed, but I won’t go hunting. Hunting has done absolutely nothing but decimate everything I love. I can’ survive losing anyone else.” he said softly, lifting one of Stiles’ hand to kiss his palm. “Between my own inheritance, what Peter left us and my ability to sell weapons, we’ll be able to travel whenever you want.” he explained.
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