âYou donât think that piece of information wouldâve been useful?!â, Stiles demands. ââHey, Stiles, Derek doesnât remember anybody except you and oh by the way, he also somehow deleted the whole part where you broke up and havenât spoken in over two years and thinks youâre still happily together. Yay.ââ
Thereâs no immediate response to that, but the Sheriff and Scott both look sufficiently guilty.
âStiles, youâve got to understand the situation we were in here -â
âHe tried to kiss me.â
The Sheriff sighs and rubs a hand across his eyes. âI know. And Iâm...really sorry for that, but Stiles, what were we supposed to do? Youâre the only one heâll listen to, youâre his only --â
âHe tried to kiss me.â
âWe knowâ, Scott says, placatingly, and Stiles rounds on him, fists clenched and eyes blazing.
âNo. No, you donâtâ, he spits, âYou have no idea.â