[The relief practically hits him like a punch in the gut as his dad's arm wrap around him, and he claps him on the shoulder, taking in a shaky breath. The last person he was expecting to show up in the city was his father, and he's thrilled about it--hell, the feeling of relief and happiness and shock hitting him all at once almost makes him dizzy. Instead, he inhales sharply, trying to keep his focus, and finally opens his eyes, slowly, pulling away just a little and starting to talk like his mind had been shifted into fifth gear.]

Dad, you're--I'm here, you're here! I can't believe you just--I just--dad! [Letting go of his shoulders, finally, he runs a hand through his hair, thicker and longer than before he left, and tries to lessen the mile wide smile on his face, tinged with joy and disbelief.

It hits him halfway through his excitement about everything else. Allison's different time point. Scott as a werewolf. Everything Stiles had done, every lie he told, hits him like a punch to the gut and he swallows thickly. Business first.] You're--you're gonna think I'm totally frickin' nuts, but, uh. What were you doing before you came here?