He heard the hitch in her voice. It matched what he was feeling. He wanted more than anything to pull her into his arms, and make her feel like she was the only person left in the world, but he resisted. he maintained the distance between them, because this was a tough conversation, and because he knew if he gave in to that need, it would break down his defenses and he'd succumb to his panic.
He was barely holding on, as it was. "I..don't know. I've been here too ling to fall back into what was, in a different time and a different place." Beacon Hills felt like a whole other life, like something he'd watched in a movie once. He barely even remembered the sound of his father's voice, at this point.
"I don't want to pick up with Malia, Joey." He shifted his feet, and curled his hands into fists to try and keep himself grounded. His blunt nails sought to dig into his palms, the way Scott often did with his claws, when he wanted to ground himself with pain. Stiles' hands didn't have the same effect, but he was giving it a shot, anyway. "I want to stay right here, with you."