For some reason talk about doors being opened and closed made Stiles very uncomfortable, although he wasn't quite sure why yet.

"And you think that sharing is going to help," he said, frowning. "You think that telling you guys that I dream about weird symbols and sign language that I don't understand is going to help. Or that the few good dreams I have are ruined by somebody popping up and telling me how worthless and pathetic I am. Or that lately I've been seeing people that should be dead and that more and more I keep being unsure if something is real or not. You think telling you that is going to fucking help something?"