[Outside the hotel, you can spot (or just navigate towards him based on his voice, really) Stiles, knocking the flashlight against his knee, hoping that the usual method of "hit it until it works" doesn't fail him this time.
Whenever the words light up against the wall of the hotel, on the door -- he looks away, sharp and determined. He caught sight of exactly one sentence before this, and that drove the point home: whatever they say, he doesn't want to see them.