You're goddamn lucky Dahlia talked me out of killing you, because I'm this close, you callus, backstabbing prick!
[As he stumbles back, she stalks forward and kicks the door shut behind her. Reaching for his shirt again, fully intending to drag him back in, she's prepared to hit him again.
...except, her body knows something she doesn't, once again--and for some reason, she's hugging him. She's hugging him, and tears are streaming down her face, and she has no idea why she's so--relieved.
It takes her a full minute before she can finally make herself let him go. Eyes still full of tears, she grabs his shoulders and shakes him.]
I have no idea who you are, but I'm gonna fucking kick your ass. You left them! I don't need to remember to know--they have nothing without you, Stiles! Don't pretend you don't know that, because you do. I have no idea who they are, and I know. The two people who love you the most in the world, and you fucking abandoned them.
[Releasing him, she shakes her head, fighting a sob.]
I have no idea why I'm so happy to see you alive. You're a conceited, two-faced douchebag that wouldn't know friendship if it spat in your face.