His eyes slowly rose again to her face. He wasn't sure he believed her, but you don't argue with Mamaw. He wanted a hug but didn't know how to ask for one. So instead, he just chewed on his bottom lip, trying to think of something else to say. He was at a loss.

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John's frown deepened. "Did you ask him what his name was?" He asked. There had to be something going on here that would explain some of his better. Not that John understood any of this supernatural stuff. "What do you want to do? We can see he gets some help.." As in, assuming the kid has gone crazy somehow. Stiles needed only one guess where that would lead the poor kid.