At first, Stiles was going to say no thanks, but Constantine had already grabbed a bottle of water so Stiles took it and said, "thanks." Even if he didn't drink it, at least it was something to keep his hands busy for the moment.
Was he kidding? Stiles was supposed to think about all of that? So much had happened in the past three years he wasn't even really sure where to start. He picked at the label on the water bottle as he tried to think of stuff. "I'm pretty good at figuring out if somebody is evil pretty quickly. Does that count?" He really had no idea. He just knew he was the only one who always seemed to point out when somebody was evil and nobody ever listened to him until it was too late. "Once, I had to put a circle of mountain ash around a building and there hadn't been enough to make a full circle. I had closed my eyes and concentrated on it. It had become a full circle when I opened my eyes. I was pretty excited that it worked then. But I really hadn't thought much about it since then." Honestly, he figured it only worked because he followed Deaton's instructions. Nothing more. "I don't think I've ever really felt like anything was odd. But that's just a few things that's happened." His whole life felt odd and crazy. He really couldn't pinpoint anything at the moment.