[Stiles pounces on the new information with audible desperation.]

Okay, so you—the “not on Earth” thing—time passed differently there or something, right?

[The beer is forgotten. Leaning forward to the point of nearly stumbling out of his seat, he stares wildly at Cy.]

Maybe ten thousand years passed on Earth, but you didn’t experience that length of time properly.

[For the love of god, please.]