[She holds on for a moment longer, then draws back to look into his face, gathering her courage to hear what he has to say. She knows what has to be in his head, she's seen what it could do for herself. Back home, Isaac was still...

She had no idea what was happening to Isaac, and immediately forces herself to forget him...even Scott, even Lydia, just for this one moment, because Stiles needs her.]

Tell me why. [A small smile crosses her face.] I know I'm not Lydia, but...I'm here to protect you, no matter what might be out to get you.

[She gives his shoulders a fond squeeze, then reaches up to tap the middle of his forehead.]

Even if it's just your own brain...tell me about it.