[She doesn't need the werewolf senses, she doesn't need to hear his heartbeat or catch his scent to know he's furious. She's not sure if with her, with Jackson, or with both. But she knows better than to let him go out there like this.
So Lydia reaches out and takes his hand, stopping him. She can't help but think of how her Stiles acted and looked when Jackson first got there. She knows it's a sensitive subject for him. She assumes it makes him feel insecure. And just the idea that it hurts both versions of him as much as it seems to is enough to make her chest painfully tight.]
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So Lydia reaches out and takes his hand, stopping him. She can't help but think of how her Stiles acted and looked when Jackson first got there. She knows it's a sensitive subject for him. She assumes it makes him feel insecure. And just the idea that it hurts both versions of him as much as it seems to is enough to make her chest painfully tight.]
Stiles. Wait.