Moving was a good idea. He loosened his grip on Derek slightly though he didn't let go of him completely. The woods cleared away bit by bit until they were standing in a nice house that Stiles recognized as Lydia's. At first it would probably seem like a party but one would quickly realize that people were acting unusual that went way beyond drunk. Some people were crying, others were fighting...one guy was trying to make out with a plant...

The noise dimmed down some as the memory focused on a Stiles who looked pretty much like this Stiles did a few months back. He was standing very still, not saying anything while a clearly drunk Sheriff Stilinski was yelling at him.

"You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital bed, slowly dying, I thought how in the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard that keeps ruining my life!" The other Stiles looked close to tears as his father kept yelling at him. "It's all you. It's you, Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you're killing me."

"He didn't really say that," Stiles said, not wanting Derek to get the wrong idea here. "I was drugged with wolfsbane. It was a hallucination."

Though obviously it felt real since they were watching the memory replay now.