Okay. That's... concerning. What's he so scared of? The only person here is Stiles and himself so, and that fear is so strong it completely mutes the rest of the world into ringing silence and dead greys. The sensation itself is not surprising - it's entirely familar as breathing, a fond memory and hated friend - but this is not the time or place for that kind of reverbration.

It's concerning for the exact amount it takes for you to stop being concerned, and the blank spots are disposed as commonplace.

Stiles doesn't get responded to immediately, and when he does the voice is with that idle daze that comes with sleeping too long or trying to remember something just outside of memory, with a few shades of Trash Boston Accent. Weird and distracting, but not much to be concerned over.

"Yeaaah, but I've enough salt t'handle that." That does not make the waves stop, and ending them the usual way isn't an option. Deep sigh, pack up the accent and put on the apathy, resume. "I'm not going to kill you. So you shut up."