Stiles does come down eventually. Because he's completely out of alcohol. There are dark circles under his eyes, hair messy and uncombed, clothes wrinkled like he's slept in them recently -- because he has. He's spent most of the last few days drinking and in bed. This place has become his own sort of purgatory where he's trapped and forced to face all of his choices over and over and over again and right now he's not sure any of them have ever been right.
He doesn't see Scott as he shuffles toward the bar and restaurant, hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray hoodie.