She frowns, and shakes his arm, tapping insistently on the clipboard. He’s not even paying attention — he hadn’t struck her before as one of those people who is only willing to help until they can dump the needy person off on someone else. It hurts.
Stiles doesn’t even know what she’s trying to do until he hears the sound of hard wood being tapped on. He looks up from what he’s looking at before, squinting at her handwriting. The person he trusts? Did she somehow know that he knew about Scott’s mom? It was possible.
“The person I trust? What’s that supposed to mean?”
She taps the pen on the board for a moment, before writing, ‘I sensed it before someone here you trust you look up to. who is it? I will trust them here. no one else”.