Oh hell naaahhh. Sheriff Stilinski is off limits.

This might've been a terrible plan. But for better or for worse, he's following Grace out of the room, probably not quickly enough to pull down every family picture in the hall.

"You wouldn't like my dad, Grace. No sense of humor. And these look?" he says, motioning hopelessly at his face. "All from my mom."

He flashes Raph a help me out here look and prays the dude understands. Throw the sad orphan a bone here.