"I don't know," Stiles shook his head. "And it's driving dream me insane. I have no idea what you are. I don't think you're just immune," Stiles told her. And while he couldn't figure it out in his dreams, he had no idea where to even start researching something like that in the real world.
When she pulled her hand away, he moved to take it back, to hold her hand in his. "It's okay. I'm not going to bite, or run away either." He smiled a soft, reassuring smile. "I want to be here, with you."