I'm surprised you didn't write one. You seem the type.

[He claps Stiles on the back again. Of course, he's joking - but it doesn't last long, because he's letting out a very undignified noise since Stiles has tackled him to the ground. Yes, this has just gotten Serious.

But now his unspoken question is answered, and he gives a little nod. That's Stiles, always planning, thinking ahead because his brain moves faster than his hands. In this situation? That's more of a blessing than a curse. He'd hate to see something bad happen to Stiles' mom or the sheriff, either. They helped him and his mom out a lot during the divorce.

And then Stiles is talking about his mom, and he breathes an actual sigh of relief, because it is so good to know she's okay. He's been horribly worried about her since the whole Red Room debacle.]

Yeah, I need to...get on that. I know she works a lot and I didn't want her to get one in the middle of a shift, in case any monsters came and saw it and wanted to attack her, so...I hadn't sent any since that first one with Jill. I was worried she might have...

[he trails off. He means to say 'gotten captured' or worse, but he doesn't want to.]