Stiles didn't know much about magic either, and so far? He wasn't thrilled about it. Granted, he was extremely glad that it had saved his dad's life. And Scott's mom's life. And Allison's dad's life. That it had been able to bring the three of them back from being dead for sixteen hours. It defied all the laws of nature and physics and biology even though the last two things were more Lydia's field of expertise than his. He was fairly certain she'd agree with his assessment of the situation, anyway.
"I didn't see Scott getting bit. I saw myself hiding in the woods to avoid getting caught by the police." And there was something else too. Something blurry and familiar that he couldn't quite remember. Like it was just beyond the grasp of his memory. Thinking about it made pain prickle behind his left eye and he rubbed his forehead wearily. "And yeah. It hasn't happened for them yet." It was just him. The farthest along in the timeline of their very screwed up lives. On one hand, he was very glad that Allison and Scott weren't having to deal with this. With this sense of darkness and the ever-present fear that came with it. On the other hand, it made him feel very alone. He knew the others would listen if he told them what was going on, but he just couldn't. He couldn't burden them with this. Not with the freakin' apocalypse drawing closer.
He knew that Lydia, at least, knew he was worried about what was to come. But he was doing his best to pretend everything was okay when everything was most definitely not okay.
"It was the night our lives all kind of intertwined. I mean, Allison's mom almost hit Scott with her car that night." After he'd dragged Scott into the woods to look for a body. Maybe if he hadn't been bored and stupid that night, things would have turned out very differently for all of them.