[ There are no words to describe the depth of his feelings for Lydia Martin, even disregarding his romantic attraction to her. Whenever there was trouble, no matter how high the stakes, they could put their heads together and figure something out. While the werecreatures in the pack depend on a system of checks and balances to anchor themselves to their humanity, Stiles and Lydia build each other up to their best potential. She’s an invaluable friend, one whom he’s missed almost as badly as his own father.

With a breathy laugh, blinking rapidly to clear the tears from his eyes, he tries to address her questions. ]

I’m fine. Back home…uh, [ a pause, because it’s not an easy subject and he’s as hesitant to let this moment slip away as he is to release her, ] Theo attacked my dad. Melissa told me Liam attacked Scott in the library. Last thing I remember, I was sitting in the waiting room at the hospital.

[ Hoping to see his dad, hale and whole. From that time point, Stiles has no idea that Theo technically wasn’t responsible for the injuries to the Sheriff – Noah had yet to start dying to the chimera bone marrow in his body. ]

Must sound crazy to you, right? That’s gotta be like, ancient history now.