"I know that. I..." Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair, moving to sit down on the bed, a bit of the fight deflating out of him. He had intended to when he had first gotten back, but then he had chickened out. He didn't know how to explain to Isaac...to anyone, really, about how it felt. To be an Omega, without a pack. He had asked the other pack if he could join--but they had told him that his ties to Derek's pack kept him from joining...

...so again, he came back. But Derek could be an asshole, and Peter, a creepy psychopath.

Neither one of those things made him feel like they'd want him back. Everyone seemed to be doing just fine, without him--he didn't want to ruin that for them, either.

"...I know. I was planning on going over to the house tomorrow." Probably. Maybe.