"I'm sorry." He could smell the growing stress in the air and hated that he was the cause, that he was the reason Stiles was feeling it right now and he ducks his head.

"I tried. I was just going to talk. But..." He sighs in frustration at the memory of Greenburg telling him that it was Stiles' own fault he got hurt. "And the Lacrosse excuse doesn't count if you're own team is tackling you, Stiles. This isn't a training. And if it were, the force he used was unnecessary."

He reaches out to gently touch the bruise under his mate's eye. "Don't think any one'll try that when they find out who broke Greenburg's nose and why."