When she rolled on her side, Stiles did the same, though he resisted the urge to reach out and attempt a gesture of comfort. "You don't have to apologize, Lydia. I know that the next few months are going to be rough." He was perfectly willing to absorb whatever negativity or anger or whatever she needed to throw his way.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you right now?" he asked. "I mean, I wish I could go get you ice cream or something, but since I can't..."