"Yeah, I told him," he swipes his free hand under both eyes and sniffs and shakes his head. "I don't know if...if it changes anything. He...he apologized a-and asked how to fix it. I told him...maybe try actually being around."
He takes in a sharp breath and runs a hand down his face. "I- I can't-- I want to hope that...that it all means something or makes a difference somehow, but...but I can't, Lydia. I just can't." He can't take the risk of hope in concern of Stiles Stilinski anymore.