"No idea," he said. "You know how Lydia is. She wants it to be...I don't know. She says that Gatty or Gatspy or something guy is helping out. Maybe it was his idea."
When he spoke about his father, her smile faded a little.
"I kind of miss him too," she said quietly. "He's kind of one of the few adults I've ever met who actually likes me. It's weird. He's more of a father to me than either of mine, and I haven't known him all that long. Maybe he'll still show up? There were lots of people here already, after all.
She moved her feet a little bit closer to him, liking that a lot. She liked being touched at all. At least by people she chose and trusted. She'd gone eight years without any touch at all, and it was still something she was uncomfortable with except with very, very few people. Stiles, of course, being one.