The rain fell heavily on Beacon Hills like a strange and not-so-silent omen that something very bad was going to happen.

He wouldn't be surprised if it were actually true after six months of complete stability and one step away from graduating, with his mind already thinking about which college he would apply to and perhaps what the left more distressed was: Scott.

Not just his werewolf best friend. But the overall situation as a whole. He was boiling with anxiety and every minute his heart was racing as fast as his brain and he felt like he was going to explode.

"I...don't know, okay?" He mumbles in one of those moments where not even sarcasm could explain what he felt.

Stiles had simply let his thoughts take over his body after a conversation with his father and even during that storm, he couldn't calm down. There was no sign of Scott, Kira, Lydia or even Malia. Although the latter he thought was having fun trying not to think about whether he had passed the year or not.

He was alone with you and that gave him a little, even a minimal dose of comfort to try to understand himself.

"I just...I keep thinking, you know? Am I really going to stay with them? I don't even know if I can keep in touch with Scotty and what if he gets too busy with that alpha werewolf stuff?" Stiles grumbles, gesturing wildly as if it were obvious why he was so restless and seems a little offended when he hears her laugh.

"Werewolf stuff?"

"Yeah, honey, howling at the moon, hunting in packs, speaking in code while growling." He grumbles, looking at you as if he had been betrayed by such a... futile question. "The point is...I don't want to end up like my father, isolated in the police station and remembering suicidal adventures I had."

Anxious eyes fix on you.

"You're not going to leave me to howl at the moon too, are you?" He grumbles, head down. "I'll chain you up if you do."