Scott turned slightly to face Stiles, nodding a bit, "Tell me about it," he mumbled, running a hand over his face. Everything about this situation was stressful, from basically every angle he looked at it.
"I just...I hate how upset she is. And not even about losing her dad, you know, that's not even the part she's worried about." He bit his thumb, one of those tiny little idiosyncratic habits he had that tended to show up in moments of stress. "And I have no idea how to help her... I mean, I'm trying, you know? But...what do you do, you know?" It was one hundred percent, completely and entirely out of their control and they all knew it.