Stiles falters for a moment, his jaw going slack. Yeah, that's some images he could do without. "No, he skipped those details...I thought I wasn't in danger until they killed Derek? Making him live to see all that...." It was sick, but that went without saying, or at least he hoped it did. Just the mere thought of something like that happening set his stomach on edge.

His vision blurred and he felt the room spinning. Oh no. He was going to throw up and Peter was right there Ugh. No. He could deal with this! He could -

Nope. He barely managed to reach for the nearest trash bag before his breakfast betrayed him, "Why do they call it morning sickness if it lasts all day?" He grumbles, wiping the edge of his mouth with the wrist of his opposite hand.

"Yeah, but it'll help right now. Make me less of a target. Plus, what Derek doesn't know won't hurt him, or us. I thought you'd be on game with this sort of idea. You love to undermine him at every turn."