[ He nods, wiping his nose with his sleeve and looking down at his feet. It's not going to fix everything, and he just--a part of him just wants to run away again, scoot out of camp when no one's looking like he did over the summer. It was stupid and irrational then, and it would be stupid and irrational now, but that was his mom and if she died while his dad was alone...

He doesn't want to think about it.

Stiles swallows the lump in his throat and wraps his arms around his knees, staring into the distance. ]

Yeah. I IM'd them earlier today and I saw they shaved mom's head. [ He gives a smile, a little lopsided. ] She said she was tired of them putting it off and that she'd--"rather just rock the buzzcut." She looked bad, dude... Could barely sit up long enough to talk to me.