“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“Why does nobody believe me when I say that he’s not a bad person?” Summer muttered, burying her face in her hands again. “I /don’t/ pay attention to him, but he seems to want to occasionally pay attention to me.”
Stiles tapped his chin in mock thought. “Hmm… Maybe because he made you believe that you weren’t worth loving and that you didn’t deserve love?” Stiles raised an eyebrow at Summer. “Generally that raises some red flags to people.”
“He was hurt, he was angry.” She twisted her hands together. “He thought I made him love me. You weren’t very happy at the idea either, remember. And he’s not — he doesn’t know about supernatural things. Except me. He found out about that and … ” She trailed off and shrugged.