"No, that's...I've heard that. From other people who've left and come back," Stiles assured him. "That you don't really remember it as if it happened here, more of like a dream situation if you remember it at all." He patted his friend's back gently as they hugged for another moment. "Yeah. Allison's still here, dude. She's...missed you a lot. We all have."
Which was an understatement. They'd all been unusually quiet since Scott had been sent home. "She and Lydia are both gonna be really happy to have you back. And you know, me too. Obviously." He pulled away to look at him, chest tightening at Scott's admission. The end. Of course. Of course he'd be from that time. He swallowed heavily, nodding and not quite meeting Scott's eyes this time. He hated that Scott had now lived through all of that. Had lost the love of his life because of Stiles back home. He suddenly felt really tired. "We uh -- we got moved. Into the house that Lyds bought. " He chewed his lower lip. "I'll take you there." He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
Stiles wanted to ask if he was okay, but obviously he wasn't okay. How could he be okay? Since the ritual, since dying, he'd been trying not to ask really stupid questions, so he wasn't going to ask Scott if he was all right. Because that seemed like a really stupid question.