Well, okay then. Stiles followed her silently out the door and then down the steps of the apartment building, neither of them speaking again until they actually made it outside. He glanced at her sideways as they walked down the sidewalk in front of the building. "So this dream." His voice was uncertain. "Did it uh -- feel like it was more than just a dream?"
He knew she wasn't psychic. At least he didn't think that being a banshee equaled having psychic powers, even though not that long ago he was sure that was exactly what had been going on with her. Except she hadn't lived through all of that yet. She'd just watched it on the show in this world. God their lives were weird. He tucked his hands in his jacket pockets to keep them warm as they walked because it was cold. That wasn't something he was used to by any means. California didn't usually get that cold.