[Stiles pauses. The concern in her voice seems real, but he doesn't believe it anyway. Mirror Barge, Stilinski. Focus, he tells himself, drawing in a breath and very carefully taking hold of her hips. He shifts her onto the bed and off his lap, then rises to his feet, putting some distance between them.]

I'm really not sure. I can't even remember the last time I saw you, actually. What happened the last time we saw each other?