[The second her feet hit the ground and she sees the look on his face, Lydia gasps and lifts a hand to cover her mouth because, yes, she does realize her mistake almost instantly.]
Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
[She lifts her hands to his arms and squeezes them gently, her eyes wide. She doesn't want to upset him. He never needed to know until the flood is over. She remembers how confused her mirror self was when Stiles started acting differently, and she was hoping to spare Allison. But obviously, she failed miserable.]
[BFF Spam]
Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
[She lifts her hands to his arms and squeezes them gently, her eyes wide. She doesn't want to upset him. He never needed to know until the flood is over. She remembers how confused her mirror self was when Stiles started acting differently, and she was hoping to spare Allison. But obviously, she failed miserable.]
It's the flood. It's messing with us.