[And Stiles... hugs back. It's nothing like being hugged by his mother - she's all muscle and smells like whiskey and gunpowder where his mother had smelt like lavender - but it's comfort nonetheless, and he basks in it.]

...Yeah, I'm starting to get that. But like I say, if I can stop at least some people dying - or at least make sure it's not because I'm tripping over my own feet...