"Yeah, I left, Isaac." Stiles snorted, flinging a hand out, forcing himself to stay in control--but it was getting harder, the more riled up he was getting. "I left because I was a liability, and I was going to get someone killed. Because you all had more important shit than worrying about me. I did to protect people."

He looked around, "And why are you even in my house? What, did my dad adopt you and just not tell me about it?" While he had been gone, he had kept in touch with his dad and Scott via email and the occasional phone call, at least.