Stiles seemed to relax a little at that, glad that she hadn't gotten mad at him, or thrown her margarita on him and stormed out. He was being honest, and that was important. He knew that. If he'd only been honest in his past, maybe...
But that was over now.
"I've been through a lot of stuff," he said. "I mean, you probably have too, but...I haven't gotten through it all without a little blood on my hands. And I don't want...I don't want to hurt you. With that crap. But I do want to keep seeing you. Because I like you. And I like getting dinner with you, and somehow not getting carded for margaritas because I'm really only nineteen."
He shook his head, relaxing a bit more.
"But let's keep seeing each other and...see what happens?"