He shouldn't give a damn, hearing that from Stiles, but it warms something in him anyway. Maybe he's not fucking everything up completely if Stiles can at least recognize that much, and he presses his foot automatically into the touch.

"I... I just don't know that much about them. They were... back then, they were new. Inheard my parents talking about them, but only a couple times and never details. And then we were back east and-" He shrugs. They hadn't really interacted with their own kind. "And-" He looks down at the floor where their feet touch. "They were leaving. To find a new pack. They just... haven't." It feels important to admit that.