[ The urge to take aim at each and every person who helped put that look on Stiles' face comes out in fullforce, and he puts down his mug, leans closer towards him, a careful hand going to rest on his shoulder. ]

Hey, outta all the kids I've come across? You're one of the good ones. [ Half a shrug. ] They're rarer than you'd think. If you were my kid, I'd be pretty proud.