He could tell by the expression on Scott's face that he was more than a little worried as he looked around. Stiles was aware that his research methods were more disorganized than normal, that nothing was in order. Back home, as strung out as his research tended to be, there was at least some sense to be had of it. But this wasn't home, and Stiles wasn't used to the idea of being possessed.
He raked a hand through his hair at Scott's declaration that he didn't care if he should be there or not. He wasn't surprised by that, either. The thing about being best friends with someone from age five on was that you knew each other pretty damn well. Scott wasn't going anywhere and there really wasn't anything that Stiles was going to tell him that was going to change his mind. He let out a shaky breath, then motioned a hand to the wall by the TV that he hadn't so much as turned on since he'd been there.
"That's all the research on the kitsune so far. There are thirteen different kinds." Which he'd known even before watching their show because Lydia had figured that part out already. He chewed on his lip for a moment, rubbing a hand over his eyes tiredly. Then he moved on to the small desk in the corner, which was covered in books about possession. "This is all the stuff on human possession, which, apocalypse and everything, so already knew a lot of it already." The list of possession symptoms he'd come across was more than mildly terrifying. Stiles chewed on his thumbnail. He was already suffering from nearly every one of the mental symptoms on the list, and a few of the physical ones, but he didn't have to say that because Scott wasn't stupid. He already knew.