Stiles stood as well, crossing his arms. He ducked and bobbed his head a bit, a gesture for when he wasn't quite sure what else to actually say. "Right," he said. "Okay." Hard to argue with that.
He stepped aside so there was nothing blocking Sam from the door. "I'm just glad you're not stuck on self-destruct." He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. "Um. Thanks for, ah, coming over and clearing that up. I mean, I think we do all survive. We've got to, right? People who show up from earlier in their timelines are remembered carrying on by people from later on, so. I mean."
Stiles shrugged. "Who knows. Just--just keep it together, okay? Best way you have to get home, right?" He pressed his lips together and bobbed his head a bit more. Yeah. Yeah. Everyone was going to be okay.