Lydia took another deep breath and sighed heavily, giving Stiles a long-suffering look. No, he wasn't following her at all.
"Honey," she said, lifting her eyebrows again as she put a hand on his shoulder. "Reese barely knows me. Scott doesn't care about me that much. There is exactly one person on this island right now that I know with complete and total certainty will always be right there to take care of me when I look like a blimp and can't do it myself."
Pausing again to let it hopefully sink in this time, Lydia stared back at him. Finally, she cleared her throat. "You, Stiles. I want the first time I do this to be with someone I trust. Are you in or do I have to ask Scott and settle for second best within my criteria...?"