Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”
“/I’m/ acting weird? /Me/? You won’t even look at me properly! You — what is going on? How are you not just on the ground — I have never in my life felt anybody be so overwhelmed by an emotion they weren’t actually expressing!” She swallowed hard, groping at her throat for her necklace. He was feeling so strongly she could hardly keep it out, and only years of stern control kept her shields up.
“I’m trying not to jump you, because my body wants you. Excuse me if that makes me a bit erratic,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’s exhausting. I’d rather you just leave! You know. Like I asked.” He knew he was being mean at this point but she could clearly tell he was having trouble but she was still there just tempting fate.
“I can’t leave you here like this!” she objected. “Not without trying to help. I’m probably the only person you know who /can/ help!”