And there it was. Lydia gave Stiles a small smile and reached over to hold his jaw lightly with one hand. In her mind, Stiles was a lot more like a brother than he was anything else. In Allison's wake, he'd become her best friend, whether he realized it or not. For Lydia, this was strictly clinical and strategic. But she wasn't going to come out and say that in so many words; Stiles wasn't stupid. He'd figure it out.
"Come on, sweetie," she said. "Let's go find somewhere not completely in plain sight. ...unless you'd rather wait until a little later in the week so that we're a little more established in camp and everything...either is fine."