"...Wait, are you serious? All of this was happening and you didn't tell me?" Not freaking him out wasn't a good excuse, it was a lame as hell one. After all they'd been through, after how freaky Scott's life had gotten...he'd still told Stiles all of it.

"What the hell, man? I mean...maybe I could have helped. Maybe I could have done something, figured out something..." Probably not, but the point was he would have tried. Stiles was his best friend, and nothing would change that, not turning into something out of a b-grade horror movie, not being whisked away to some other universe, and not dreams and memories that didn't belong to his best friend leaking into his head. Nothing.