Joey crossed her arms over her chest to hug herself protectively. Whether he realized it or not, Stiles was not managing to make her feel any better just then. He'd made her feel like the only other person in the world before and now she felt like a dusty silver medal. Don't you cry, Joanna, don't you dare, she thought and the voice in her head sounded like Jocelyn.
She gave a little nod. "But if she did remember and she didn't hate you?" she prompted as casually as she could manage, "then this would be a different conversation, right?"