Nancy pauses for a moment, reaching her hand out to hold Stiles'. Green eyes search for his dark ones and she manages the smallest, saddest of smiles. It's not many people that would say something like that to a girl like her. He didn't even know the full story, but he just seemed so...

Genuine. Worried.

This was what happened when she tried to keep the truth from him...

"Thank you, Stiles," she said finally, giving his hand a soft squeeze. "I won't forget it. Your... everything, it means the world to me. Truly." To prove her point, she leaned over with coffee-and-vodka laced lips and gently kissed his cheek.

"You're a wonderful friend to have. Don't ever forget it."