Re: [Beacon Hills Hospital]
"We went with 'linen,'" he told her. "Dad vetoed my much superior suggestions of 'classic cocoa' and 'cinnamon latte.'" Stiles tried to hide his combined elation and terror that she sat down. He very intentionally stopped pulling at the blankets, and put his free hand flat on the blankets on the other side of his thigh. All the bed clothing here was so thin, and he better stop thinking about clothing like right now, seriously. When she shifted the topic to dating, he tried not to look a embarrassed as he was, his discomfort clear as he pushed his mouth down, and then moved it from one side to another, pressing into his dimples as he thought. "I guess.... I mean I could have--well. They weren't really dates... you couldn't call them that, but." He looked sideways at her. "No. I haven't."
Stiles looked down at his free hand so he wouldn't draw attention to the fact that her hand was still in his other one. "I could be Bolt Boy," he said, before he really understood the comment about "staying power" and when he got it his whole body did a full scale jolt, like basement door round two. "I mean wait what?" Self-consciously, Stiles forgot to be still and rubbed his palm up and down his whole face. This was an awesome, terrifying experience.
On the television, Alex said, "It's a conundrum for sure; it can also mean to pierce with bullet holes."