Erica couldn't help but roll her eyes and was about to open her mouth to let him know that, yes, she did know she had the movies mixed up... but she'd meant to... when she lost all ability to speak because Stiles Stilinski was pulling her into an honest to God hug.
Her eyes widened in surprise, body stock still for just a moment. Before she could reach up to return the hug, however, he was pulling away and backing up.
At his quick statement and the look and scent of nervousness that was practically smothering the air around him... it brought her back to the last time she'd really seen him.
Bruised and bloody and broken on the Argent basement floor trying to save them. Trying to save her.
In seconds, instead of hitting the fragile human before her, in a move completely uncharacteristic of the wolf she'd become, Erica reached out and jerked him into her hold. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, wanting to lose herself in that feeling a little longer. In the thought that maybe someone actually gave a damn. Someone she'd actually given a damn about.
And even as she hugged him, the words she spoke were soft and full of honesty. For once.