"He didn't want us focusing on his pain, thought...we could heal easier, focus on ourselves without him around. I-it never even occurred to him that could have helped us, focusing on helping him instead..." His grip tightens a bit in return. Rehashing it with her is almost as hard as the conversation with Stiles had been in the first place. His voice shakes with the threat of a sob escaping when he speaks again, "I-I needed him, Lydia..."
Tears are free flowing down his cheeks now. She knows, she was all he had back then and she'd seen the breakdowns up close and personal, but this was just like reliving it.