He supposes he should have known that once he'd told McCall that this would happen. Easy stopped being easy once Stiles was there in his powder blue Jeep and yelling his name. It was selfish, but he hadn't wanted to do this. He'd wanted to slip away in the night, and not have to explain the why and especially not have to look into those brown eyes and say he wasn't coming back. There was a part of him that didn't trust his resolve to do what honestly seemed to be the right thing -- both for himself and for the people around him.

He takes a breath and waves Cora off to the car, telling her to give him a minute. She seems to have no problem leaving her older brother to deal with the teenager, tossing her bag in the back as she slips into the driver's seat. He cocks his head slightly as he looks the teen over -- in one piece, no bruises or oozing head wounds that he can see, at least. He refuses to address the fact of how much seeing Stiles safe through this actually means to him, same as he always has.

"I'm not staying."

Bag still in hand, reminding himself that there's nothing here for him, anymore. That everyone is better off if he leaves.