God, that was a lot. Okay. Stiles needs a second, because on top of everything else, Peter just dropped the love word, and there's just way too much to process. He ends up going quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands and counting fingers til he gets to ten because even though he doesn't genuinely think this is a dream, it's still kind of soothing to do. Reassuring.

"I refused to tell my dad about the supernatural for the longest time," he says eventually, his voice soft. "I was terrified of losing him, after my mom died. And I thought if he didn't know, then he could be kept away from it. But it didn't really work, because dangerous stuff existed whether he knew about it or not and I guess he was always going to get caught up in it eventually." He looks back up at Peter, his eyes just... tired. He tries not to think about or talk about this stuff too much, especially since he moved, but it's kind of obvious right now in his face that there's a lot of trauma weighing on him. "So I guess I get that. I don't like it, and I don't think it really works, but... I guess I get it."