[She's surprised when he suddenly comes closer to her. It's what she wanted, yes, but there is no hesitation, no second of him questioning her and that doesn't look right. Still, it's better than what she had before. And if he wants her to think he believes her, she can pretend just as well until she's sure.

So she lifts her hands up his arms and squeezes them, eyes still big, filled with fear as she looks at him. On the off chance he isn't lying about not remembering anything, she could really use this.]

Stiles, are you sure Scott didn't do this to you? He's always hated the idea of us. You may not remember this now, but he's killed me before, Stiles. He hates me, he doesn't want me anywhere near you because you're his.