Poor baby Stiles and his projecting about death!

Derek needs a slap. Or maybe a shit load of therapy. Maybe Miss Blake can get him a number??

I love that Stiles is like, idk, creating a Beacon Hills Amateur Sleuthing Club and basically annoying people into joining it. So far he has four members: Melissa, Deaton, Lydia and himself. It's like while the werewolves (and Allison) are posturing, the humans are actually working to, like, get the answers, solve the problem, save the day (or at least work out what to point the muscle at).