"It will not matter." He said. "You're my mate. It might annoy me but you are my other half." He said, still looking at Stiles. "But I would have to say, being frank and all, that it is not just because you are my mate." But that was all he was willing to say. It was too hard to tell him that he might be falling for the boy, even before the other night. It was too great.
"Are you sure you can put up with me for a few centuries, Stiles? I can be a pain in that ass. Metaphorically and literally speaking."