"Doesn't matter. It'll replay it over and over again in the worst way to screw you up." He could only lose his mother once, but it had taken almost a year of nightmares where he'd lost her over and over again every night for him to get over the majority of it.

Stiles went to the cupboard and pulled out two packets of hot chocolate. Hey, if he was going to be making Isaac some, he might as well set up a mug for himself. Pouring the milk in and mixing it up as best he could, he shoved them both in the microwave. "Could have fooled me."

It wasn't said with the same acerbic tone he would have usually used, knowing that Isaac probably needed a break from the bickering and bitching they usually did.