At the suggestion that he sit, he does so mechanically. Not even twenty seconds later and he’s on his feet again, startled into movement by the explanation. From the sound of it…there’s no doubt he was sleepwalking—something that he hasn’t done in several years. Stiles drags a hand down his face, anxious and fatigued. Thank god he wasn’t back home, with access to the jeep or any other vehicle. Who knows where the hell he would have ended up. Really, he’s beyond lucky that Nancy found him instead of a famished vampire or pissy werewolf. Just as he’s about to trip over himself thanking her, he realizes something.

“Oh my god, my grandparents. Oh my god, oh my—can I use your phone!?”

Chances are, he didn’t shut the front door behind him.