He wasn't the kind of person who did this sort of thing usually. Not when it came to people he loved. He stayed and did whatever needed to be done to get through whatever screwed up situation they'd all found themselves in at that moment.
But this wasn't the same. There was something inside of him. A darkness that was haunting him day and night, and it was only getting worse. After watching the latest episode of their show, he was thoroughly convinced there wasn't anything that any vampire could do to stop what was coming, unless they actually killed him. He swallowed convulsively.
Another tear trickled down his cheek as he looked at her, feeling every bit as terrified at that moment as he'd been the night that Scott had drenched himself in gasoline and held a burning flare in his hand and he'd been sure that his best friend was going to kill himself right there. Right there with all of them watching. He felt sick and cold and afraid.
"I don't want to leave, Lydia. But you don't know what might happen. You said yourself someone's supposed to die, and obviously --" He forced himself to take a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure it's gonna be me that causes it to happen. All that stuff I told Mrs. McCall -- that's all happening here. It's happening now. And I can't control it. You heard what that guy told Chris Argent."
Stiles leaned into her touch, lifting his hand to her face, too. He leaned his forehead against hers. "And that's all I'm trying to do for you," he whispered back. "Keep you safe."