Stiles stepped aside without a word, slowly closing the door once Scott had stepped inside. He didn't bother locking it because if by chance he happened to be taken over while Scott was actually there, Stiles wanted his friend to be able to have a quick exit. He just hoped he wouldn't need it. He hoped he could convince Scott to leave him there to his research, to go back to Allison and look out for Lydia. The thought of Lydia made his chest tighten painfully as he recalled how she'd begged him not to go the night before. As tears had streamed down her beautiful face.
Fate really was a cruel mistress. Not only was he apparently destined to not be with the woman he loved, but it turned out he was going to apparently become the villain of his best friend's story. He wasn't sure which one was more painful because they both hurt too much to contemplate for very long.
"You really shouldn't be here, Scott," he said tiredly. "You know that, right?" He knew that Lydia had filled his best friend in on things that had happened in their show the night before, but how much, Stiles wasn't certain.