“Maybe I’m a puppy too,” Stiles stated with a small grin on his lips because that would probably now be his excuse for whenever Derek asked what was wrong with him. The thought just made Stiles’ grin grow before he raised an eyebrow at the older male.
“You’ll just throw it out the moment you leave,” Stiles stated with an unimpressed look. “I’m might have a slight concussion but I’m not stupid. I might make a journal post though. You can’t throw that out.”