He made a face, because this meant talking about it and explaining and it wasn't just talking about the abuse that's hard.

"Maybe it's because I give a shit what you think," he muttered, looking at the ceiling, out the window, at the floor. Anywhere but at Stiles. "It's not about being able to hurt you, it's the reasons I can get hurt. I don't want to disappoint you. Or Scott. Or Derek. There's just some people."