[At that, Stiles's head snaps up, eyes wide and frantic, and he's shaking his head almost before Porthos has finished the sentence. Somehow, he feels queasy, nauseous.]
No! No, it's not-- it wasn't like that at all. I didn't want to. But he, he threatened my dad, too, and I guess that's why I-- [That's why he hesitated, why it took him those extra moments before he even thought of trying to help.]