Uh, like, everything, dude. Do you know how hard it is to keep all this together for months? I practically needed a diary. [ He taps his head, then frowns a little once he gets free--having caught Scott before he sent them both to the ground and enthusiastically returned the broest of all brohugs. ] I couldn't send any messages because I was trying to stay off the radar for as long as possible in case--[ He doesn't have to say, in case something happened to his dad or his mom. ]

Yeah. But, uh, let's see--your mom's fine, she's doing totally awesome in the hospital. She's been taking care of mine. [ His face softens a little, recalling his mom back home--she's still sick, but the magic Stiles had been learning through Hecate was helping, albeit slowly. There wasn't a lot he could do except hope that she'd be able to fight the cancer off. ] And making dinner for my dad. So I got to see her a lot. She misses you like crazy, dude, and told me to tell you--[ airquotes ] "Tell that sweet, wonderful son of mine that he needs to Iris Message me more often if he doesn't want his bedroom turned into a walk in closet." [ End air quotes. ]