"Dude, if you'd told someone... If you'd told my dad..." Stiles' dad had been more than pissed to hear from Jackson that not only had this been going on for a long while, but that Jackson had known and just hadn't given a crap. Logically, he knew it had to have been hard for him, that maybe it had felt like no one would help, but no one who wasn't a giant dickweed had known.

The switch thrown in Isaac is visible. Stiles stands, hands out in an attempt at a calming gesture. "Whoa, hold on. Don't get all freakazoided out again. You only get one cup of cocoa a night." He moved forward, trying to keep him from jumping out the window. Who knows what a werewolf having an anxiety attack could do out there?