Hell, Stiles was surprised he hadn't knocked down her door to pelt her with questions. It was sort of his natural way of being. But these days he was trying not to be as impulsive and demanding as he tended to be sometimes. Especially not with Lydia. "Well, I guess that's reassuring at least." It wasn't, really, but he wasn't sure it was possible to be more on edge than he already was. The thought of Kate and Jennifer and Gerard showing up more than freaked him out.
The nudge caught his attention, though. He hesitated a moment, not really wanting to spill the things he was thinking about to her, to compile the stress, but they were friends. And he'd never really hesitated to spill his guts to her before -- repeatedly. Usually in nonsensical ways. He let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. "I'm not really sleeping much lately." Which probably wouldn't surprise her.