Sawyer's voice warbles a little in his ears and Stiles stiffens suddenly with concern. He doesn't pull away from her, but instead pulls her in closer. He's missed something; something is wrong, because this isn't like her. That sound in her voice is so foreign to him that it's a little unsettling, because she's usually such a rock.

His hand settles against the back of her head to keep her closer and he closes his eyes. "What happened?" he whispers because he can't make himself ask it any louder, even if that's kind of stupid and he should be able to. "What happened, Sawyer?" The implication is unspoken but clear: because this isn't like you and now I'm worried...