Oh, alright. She'll allow him to feel terrible as long as that terrible includes staying over and possibly pizza and ice cream. Yes, she wishes he'd been here, but she wouldn't call his lapse inexcusable. In any case, he can make it up to her now by being here now.

"Oh, I like this new agreeable Stiles," she says, her voice sounding almost normal. She takes a step back and reaches for his hand, unwilling to completely let go of him. If he'll let her, she'll tug him towards the living room, to the couch where she'll push him down on the couch and curl up next to him.

"Much better."