"I don't think he'd hesitate to kill Stiles if that was the only way of stopping the Nogitsune. I could be wrong, and I hope to hell I am, but there's just no way to know for sure. I can't even be around Allison anymore, unless the whole group is around. She's gotten so pushy, and Scott's my best friend. Even if I were interested in what she's packing, I wouldn't screw with her, because she dated Scott. It just doesn't really seem right. I don't know what she's doing, but it needs to stop, because we need to focus on Stiles right now. Fuck everything else." And it really was how he felt, too. Nothing else in the world mattered except Stiles and getting him back from the Nogitsune.

He leaned into Lydia's embrace, grateful for the comfort from his friend. "It... we wanted to keep it to ourselves as long as we could. We didn't want anyone to use us against each other. But when all that started, I just... I didn't know what to do. Honestly, I knew how much he liked the scarves..." There was a faint ghost of a smile. "That's why I have so many. But then even those seemed to make him mad at me, and he wouldn't chill out." He paused, shaking his head just a little. "I don't... I don't think Stiles would want that. I mean, it's better than being a Nogitsune, but... But Stiles is our humanity. He's the most real thing in the midst of everything, and I don't... I don't know how that would be."