The word doesn't belong here. Not from his mouth, not toward her, not toward anyone. It feels foreign to her ears because no one apologizes to her. Stiles had, recently when they went down the road of just how much she had been kept in the dark from. It still feels displaced when it comes toward her though. She didn't even earn it and it sounds forced.

"No, it wasn't but that didn't stop you from saying it," she retorts, the edge of ice forming on her words easily.

She exhales in frustration, shaking her head, "I can't believe out of everything -- I get an apology from you over this. Nothing from the past, but for this."

Lydia's mouth purses, a near sour expression that borders to her thoughtful one, "What do you think I need to hear?"