[ He frowns at the mention of Gerard, at the reminder that when Stiles drove into the kanima that night, he exited the Jeep smelling like hurt and pain. He didn't ask, because it wasn't his place, probably still isn't, but he couldn't help notice that Scott didn't seem to either. ]

You're not a liability. You find the things that the rest of us overlook. [ There's a twist to his lips that's not quite a smile or a grimace, but somewhere between; it's not unlike Stiles himself, overlooked, taken for granted, but he always pulls through in the end, even when he doesn't have to. ] You might not be much of a match against a werewolf, but you help.