The chair he’s seated on suddenly feels too stiff, too rigid against his spine. He makes a show of shifting uncomfortably, butt wiggling and shoulders rolling. On a subconscious level, he understands that the chair isn’t actually a problem; Stiles stalls and deflects when he doesn’t know how to react to a situation. Malia’s anger is palpable, and though he doubts that it’s directed at him, he feels like he let her down somehow. Already, he thinks he’ll investigate the issue more thoroughly, find out if it’s possible to summon a ghost without a witch or medium.

“I kinda had a run in with a violent spirit,” he explains, and while his tone is humorous and dry, Stiles watches her with a somber light to his eyes. “Sooo, I decided it was about time I did my research.”