Okay, no, no, this is totally not cool, this is like the opposite of cool, just stop that already, or I swear to god I'll get a tank of gasoline and set you all on--
[His voice carries, so Porthos will hear his very loud complaints before Stiles actually gets close enough to see Porthos - at which point he just blinks, his stream of words stopping.]
-- dude, whoa, you're back! [And despite all the goddamn noise surrounding him, coming from the birds he has collected in a plastic bag, he just grins really, really bright.] Hey, welcome back, big guy!